Amnesia, who am I?
Seeking out a memory
Of where, when, and why.
Mind craving to be cobweb free.
I can’t remember me.
My steps cease, mirror-facing.
Gazing surprised at my reflection,
Met with a figure, decaying.
Who is this staring in my direction?
I can’t believe that’s me.
The time has come to revive this figure
And to clean up the years of rot.
I must do what’s best for her.
Can’t believe all I forgot.
I remember me.