How Do I Know?

How do I know

I'm not just another face

a forggeten childhood friend?

How do I know

I won't bleed in and dry out

as just another face in the crowd?

How do I know

I'm not someone put up with

out of sticky pity?

How do I know

that I'm not just rusting chains,

your patience dying as they break?

How do I know

that I'm not just a shadow,

dragged along and desolate?

How do I know

that your memories; my heart

won't succumb to errosion?

Please, don't forget me.