Dimples on the Edge

I wish I could hold onto every conception of myself. No one else ought to have the lingering thought of me. No one else should be able to conceive of me beyond the realm that I have allowed.

To know that others can think of me outside of the bounds of our in-person interactions makes me want to shrivel up and perish. I have been unable to acknowledge the relinquishing of control that comes from the fact that others can hold memories of me.

If only after every interaction, I could take the memory of me as I turned & walked away.