Dementia

Have we met?

Your face is a fragment of my broken glass memory.

I have misplaced pieces of places

& peoples faces.

I cannot put my mirror back together.

Do I know you?

Words you may have said are now a mixed up mess.

Everything is a backward reflection of who I used to be and who I knew.

Who are you?

We have never met.

I don't know you.You've got a face I'd never forget.