Semi - Year

It was six years after the fact that I became I perhaps again, perhaps for the first time. There was the suggestion that I should mark each passage with a commemoration to what had been lost, or survived, words like redemption but that was never I, for I have nothing to apologise for and I’ll take my time. Simply put, the days followed the days and the weeks followed the weeks and the months the months and the years the years until I became I until I became I.