I don't know what it is
about this girl
named
Erin.

Every time I
look at her picture,
I get that unfamiliar feeling
like I'm about to break.

My throat feels hot,
it swells and burns.
My eyes fill with
hot salty tears.

Who are you?
Why do I feel this way
when I do something as
simple as look at you?

I don't know you,
my body does,
but my head
doesn't.

Answer me.
Tell me who you are.
Tell me what you meant
to me.

I can't remember
alone.
I need you, Erin,
to tell me who you are.

(Tell me
who
I
am.)