A Stranger

A stranger, an acquaintance, a memory of a name.

In my mind your facial features are not easily attained.

Your hair is red, you're shorter than me

that’s all my mind will say.

Perhaps a glimpse will remind me

of my memories disgrace.

I try and yet again,

reality fails to be met.

Who you are,

my scattered recollection

always remembers to forget.

A Friend

Maybe with a friend, my memory will improve

but it plays games still,

I thought that I knew you.

I do know you, I know you so well

your personality is just like mine.

But with the memory of your face

everything is not easily defined.

So… do I really know you?

I can remember your voice,

I can remember your laugh.

But again your image,

my deceitful memory

always remembers to forget.

My Self

I know myself, or so I think,

looking back at stored memories.

Nothing's there, a missing link,

an ever-present gap.

I thought my eyes were larger,

I guess I’ll look again.

I suppose I don't know myself

any better than I’d know a friend.

A moment passes, I return,

a new memory is recorded.

Everything changes

once more

my memory is distorted.

To maintain the image

of myself

my mind will not let,

and seemingly so, yet again,

always remembers to forget.