I can’t remember my password,
or even ever my user Id.
My circumstances are awkward.
Google doesn’t remember me,
and I can’t recall myself.
All around are remnants of my past.
But, I don’t know where I began,
or the places I went to last.
Like two phrases without an ampersand,
I live my life disjunctive.
My memory once was like a book,
and the world was like its shelf.
Subtle amnesia is a veiled crook,
and I have thieved myself,
as if myself is not who I am.
There are no mnemonics
where there is no memory.
No worn or simple recall tricks
where all of life is a mystery
without mirrors upon which to reflect.
So I sit, hands clasped in my lap,
having no recollection of my way home
without a routed chart or map
and unsure of days to come,
having no yesterdays and only dim tomorrows.
Truly haunting.