dos.

sometimes its not me.
you tell me we’ve met before
so i nod trusting that what you say is true.
you tell me i’ve shared this magnificent smile
i’ve heard nothing about before
so you show me.
images flash across my mind
like an old momento
and im captivated by this womyn you speak of.
she seems so nice,
soft around the edges;
genuinely presently living in the moment.
i nod in hopes of some sort of recollection
but it escapes me.
my body has moved without my permission
and i wonder if you know that
sometimes its not me or havent you realized yet.
one side of me series | dos