Mirror of Memories
The world can be a scary place
when you can't recognize your face.
And when you stare at the mirror,
it never gets any clearer.
I see a man who looks like me,
yet at the same time, it can't be.
And I search his face for a clue;
a twitch or mannerism might do.
His frantic eyes stare into mine,
and a cold chill runs up my spine.
For behind that Alzheimer's stare,
I don't know this man, standing there.
A blank page in an empty book;
I get confused the more I look.
And though I feel we've met before,
I don't recall him anymore.
A memory triggers a thought,
that instantly fades, on the spot.
For a stranger is all I see:
even though I've been told, he's me.
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