I talk
to you
and think
you’ve heard.
The words,
in which
i’ve said.

You express
yourself,
from what
you’ve heard.
From the fog,
inside your
head.

You now
live in,
another world.
Where forgotten
moments reign.

Which all
stem from,
those missing
times.
That won’t,
come back
again.

As time
moves on.
I will keep,
a watchful eye
on you.

To make sure,
you’re safe
and sound.
When you,
are lost
in you.

Those
lost times
come to,
us all.
In
one way,
or another.

Misplacing
things
in confusing
states.
When not
knowing,
where
we are.

Those
forgotten
moments,
creep up
on us.
Like lvy,
on a wall!

They strike
directly,
at our brains.
As they tear
then break,
our lives
apart.

Those,
forgotten
moments,
hidden there.
Yet always,
reaching
out.

With just,
one question
in our minds…
“Please tell us,
who we are?”

(13/05/23)









© Josephine Daniels.