What are you?

And why are you here?

I don't know what you're from,

but you looked to be shaped like a bean,

even though you blend into my skin

almost perfectly.

You stand out in a patch of red skin,

but when the light shines on you,

I can make out how you've been.

I remember looking at you, from

time to time

over the years,

your almost saying

"Who are you?"

and

"How did I get here?"

And I guess that speaks to me,

you're almost saying

"I don't know why I'm here,

but I'm here

and whatevever memory

or time I hold,

I'm not leaving you to be alone."