I had forgotten Shaun existed and myself as well

Looking through old poems
is like dusting off memories
and then sneezing.
You find friends and follies, the things you wished for
and wished you wouldn’t have, the things you ran to and from, as well as
archaeological finds like
the principal’s office at Central and
going to used CD stores in Minneapolis
on that one avenue you can’t quite remember the name of.
My life has been cut in two, like a cake.
One half is currently being enjoyed, the other
has gone missing.
That doesn’t mean it was enjoyed
but it doesn’t mean it wasn’t, either.
I’m going to go looking for that cake, allergic as I am,
and I’m going to enjoy the heck out of it.