A Name In Your Recollection

I wonder if he knows.

For a few hours,
a few days,
for a few fleeting moments,
he allowed me to forget.

In a whirlwind of pain,
he gave me brief escape.

I couldn't give him what he asked of me,
couldn't be what he needed.

For that, I am sorry.
Truly.

But I will always be grateful
that he unknowingly,
yet willingly
took some weight off my shoulders,
left me unencumbered
and able to fly free.

I was me.
Again.
Just long enough to remember
myself.

So thank you.
Your capacity to love is far greater than you know.