I am being followed by my own memories

own memories flooding through me on fast forward

of a cassette tape.

without my hands —

I can not work

I can not eat on my own

I can not read or write.

 

I am being followed by my own memories,

own memories, own memories.

 

without my eyes —

I can not see familiar faces.

I can not see colors.

I can not see to understand.

 

I am being followed by my own memories,

own memories, own memories.

 

without my teeth

I can not eat a nice juicy steak or a good ole sandwich.

i can not talk.

 

whats the use of living?

These memories keep following me.

What year is it? Who is the president of the USA?

I saw the light

I felt my hands

I could come up with a word or two

They put on one of my favorite songs

my memory came and stayed

in that moment

all was right with me.