I have no memory of you.
You say we have met, but where
that was, I have never been there.
Stranger, perhaps you
have me mistaken with someone
else? I may not remember
names, but faces I recall, usually,
and I cannot place yours
anywhere in the gallery of my
acquaintances. If we have shared
some experiences, these
adventures I have never tasted;
are you sure you know me?
You say I am dear to you somehow,
but how I wandered into
your heart is a mystery to me:
you must have me confused
with someone who means something.
I imagine you knew someone
like me, and I think you
have me confused with him... I
was someone else for a long time,
and maybe he remembered you —
but that person is not me, and
I think he shall not return to
say goodbye. This new person
who I am: very pleased to
meet you, I hope we meet again
sometime while I am still me.
x
9:57am saturday, 18th october
mmm?
sandy
12:22am friday, 24th october
havent peeked in a long while and am glad that I did. Beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing.
x