The pendant and necklace
I wore but have never seen-
the hair I styled
but never remembered making.
The voice I shouted with,
but never remembered having.
The person I am-
that people remember-
but never remember being.
The fragments of memories I
considered it to be my dreams-
it hurts people for who I'm not;
the person who carries the mask
of the person you loved so...
I'm not him.
And yet you believe that
he lives on in me.