Who Am I, Again?

You said that I'm your wife. The mother of your children. But I sat there looking at you, as if I'm seeing you for the first time. "Where am I?" I looked around. The place looked vaguely familiar. "Do I know you?" I asked you again. But this time you just smiled. That smile, I've … Continue reading Who Am I, Again?

Aging Memories

A year from now, this will all just be a memory A memory that I can look back upon but not return to A memory that fades off as years go by A new memory taking over the previous ones Leaving no traces of the old ones to treasure. ~ Mysterious Mind ©