I think of you

And the parts of your memory that I know

And I wonder to myself,

Do I matter?

Because in your head

Lie a vast sea of names and faces

And I wonder to myself

Am I important?

Have I done any good

To influence you, my good friend?

Do memories with me

ring sweet?

But I know we all live

Behind masks and different faces

So someday I plead for us

to remove each other's lies.

So as I splurge

The contents of my own memory

I ask you for a promise:

Let us show our imperfections freely