The cusp of becoming

Moving away and being astray
felt like I didn’t belong.
Being back home feels 
a little that way too.
As if leaving these places
takes one away everywhere.
The cusp of becoming irrelevant 
transitioning to forgotten.
Like, you had hoped for purpose,
then somehow hope left without a word!
Sure, unnoticed at first.
The further away it seemed
the more difficult it became to recall.
Once forgotten, we long to remember,
but cannot