28 November 2012
She says I am her sister, I don't know her any more, All my memories gone They are melted on the floor.
This women calls me mum But I don't recognise her face, I think I've heard her voice before But It just can't be placed.
This little girl calls me gran Why does she love me so? When I don't even now her name, She hugs me, cries then goes.
This man calls me darling And points to a golden ring, I'm I really married? I don't remember a thing.
This mirror shows a withered women, I do not recognise, I need to see a familiar face But it just won't compromise.
My life is a puzzle I don't have all the clues, Please don't be offended If tomorrow I don't know you.
Who Are You Again? • Opuss № I