Who Am I

Once a sharp memory Suddenly becomes empty Flip through photo albums and open my mind For those moments, I thought would bind As I rub my eyes, I rub the time that pass Staring long, picture’s story hard to amass Memory is lost and wandered far away Would you care to sit beside and remind me of the day? I am very different now Strangers all over again, only smile I could allow Am I safer in truth or in lies that hide my being? Perhaps in your asking, I would be wondering I can feel the fading away of my ability Trying to hold on to every piece of mobility A vanishing world where shapes and shadows hide Unimaginable, disoriented, and passive views of the slide I may look aimless, as I open my eyes Forgive my teary eyes, just a fix to rely In still remembering you for a moment Do not be weary of my asking, I am more than a friend 12 August 2013