Creator, Performer, Teacher

Floating Words

Poetry from the core of me.

Amnesia

I haven’t known

What I wanted

For longer than I

Can recall

Which isn’t lying

The amnesia came

After someone left

I don’t remember names

Or the face

I remember the back

As it walked out the door

Then darkness swallows all

Until a few days ago

I awoke on a floor

In an empty house

The front door matched

That dreaded one

But nothing else was familiar

I found a mirror

Looked into sunken eyes

That must be mine

But I didn’t recognize them

I found a calendar

A datebook with appointments

Followed them and tried

To piece a life together

But nothing feels familiar

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