Why Do You Speak for Me?
By Paula Farris
I can hear you
I know you said my name
My mind may not know how to answer
But don’t ignore me just the same
I am trapped inside this blank slate
Fleeting memories floating by
I know that they were part of me
But I cannot tell you why
I see and hear and touch and taste
A scent can tug at the edges of my thoughts
I know that at sometime I was more
But all of that is lost, is lost
Who are you?
Who am I?
I don’t remember . . .
Even enough to cry . . .
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