I know you
Do you know me?
I cannot help but note the tragedy
of new lives lived with no memory
of old lives discarded though they’re
the very foundation of the new!
— no memory
you have of me
or I’d have seen
some bloody action by now —
or maybe you’re tied down —
she’s got you on the tracks
while I’m off the beaten path
and I’m calling out loud
— but you can’t hear me
you don’t know me
you can’t see me
you’ve forgotten —
I had too
but now I’ve seen —
no. I felt the tug,
a heart string plucked
and yearned anew
for only you
as if I’d done this many times before
a feeling I could not ignore
familiar and odd — uncanny
when you looked at me
with no knowledge of
the touches I gave long ago
time erases and time has passed
ages since we danced in the afterglow
— now no memory,
though time did slow
when you looked at me
and my heart beat so rhymically
as if we’d done this all before
— and yet, no more
as you walked away
I longed to say
what I’m looking for —
Enlightenment, and is it at your door?
I wish to be rich and it’s such
delusions that keep me poor
tempt me tease me all you want
— or do not —
I still remember you
do let me know if I can stir
a memory —
do you know me?
The Halfwit Writer 