I walk among you
Becoming what you want
A young bright fragile child
A dulled withered grandparent
To often forgotten like an unwanted pet
I plead with you to remember
In a soft sparkling voice like rain plinking on ancient crystal
Yet still you forget
I grab you
I shake and scream for you to
Remember… is whispered into your ear by perfumed lips
Smoky hair brushing your face
Remember… the dusty aroma of memories
Both lived and forgotten
Yet you pass by
Saying someone else will stop
So everyone forgets
And
Ask each other who I am
I whisper to unlistening ears


I…



AM….





History!