- Rowan Gladish
"The Me Who Doesn’t Exist"
A poem by Rowan Gladish.
How odd it is
that we don't bury
the people we used to be.
No way to mourn
the us we lost
at least not formally.
I often wonder
if she would be proud
of who I turned out to be.
Honestly I don't think
the past versions of myself
would care at all for me.
She never would have thought
that I would be so cold
that I would never see all of her friends.
But she's gone, unburied, forgotten
she never really existed
or at least I can pretend.
And then she's there
somewhere in the future
where I am nobody.
I wonder if I'd
be proud of her
or if she misses me. ▲
Rowan Gladish is a 21 year-old author of fiction, creative nonfiction, and poetry. She
spends her evenings reading and writing, when she’s not distracted by her keyboard-obsessed cat or catching up on Netflix. Rowan lives in London, Ontario, and is currently completing a degree in criminology.