i've been here so long i can see the trees growing around me

in my naivety i believed someone would come looking

my mother
who's face i have long forgotten
my father
who's name i have lost to the pull of time

there is moss growing over my bones
soon it will cover me completely
i can't remember what i looked like
years i've spent clinging to a distant memory of green eyes and sharp sunlight

i wonder if they were my own