Sometimes I’d want to call and ask you “who am I?”
I imagine you’d know
I imagine you’d know
The years have reshaped me, remolded me, the way waves
reshape pebbles on the shore
I want to see myself again, meet myself again, acquaint with myself again,
learn the simple things about
me; where I’ve from? where I hope to go? The sound of my voice, the
familiar tilt
of my head, the simple wisdom of my body.
My dreams;
What are they?
What were they?
Where they'd gone?
