you curate the surface of your life
weeding out what you don’t like
but the reality of you is formed outside of this
your mind trapped within the bounds of everything you’ve ever done
it would be nice if you could pick and choose which realities to delete
the same way you delete embarrassing things you said online
until then, who you say you are is just a layer
until then, i can still see you on the other side
maybe one day between now and then
you’ll wave back