Who were you that I saw,
A face among many,
In that passing crowd?
Who were you that I saw,
Still haunts my dreams,
To this very day?
Who were you that I saw,
Anchors me to the past,
Never letting go?
Who were you that I saw,
I blame for all that’s wrong,
To this very day?
Who were you that I saw,
That has me stuck
In this prison of my mind?
Who were you that I saw,
This phantom of my misfortune …
Or, did I?
I remember nothing,
And everything.
I regret nothing,
Yet everything.
© 2017 S Phua
Very personal. You get inside the mind of the person with the obsession beautifully.
Yes – highly personal: veering from remember everything to remember nothing – a real indication of the chaos that one person can cause another. There’s such an intimacy in these questions – yet the person they’re addressed to remains out of reach.