The other day someone knocked in my door
a stranger looked at me with a strange warmth
It made me uncomfortable so I said
"Hey wait, I don't know you, who are you?"
Sadness on the brink of tears filled his eyes
"You don't know me? But we did oh so much together!"
And I was like, you know, what the hell
And then he opened an album of photographs
and there I was, with him by the sea
by the mountain range
by the lake
by the videogames
and under the thunderstorm
and crossing that bridge
And I couldn't remember a damn thing.
My memories had escaped
the prison of recurrent thoughts
the cacophony of "if onlys" like that song says
"if only" is a wish too late.
And I can't remember if this was
or if this is
or if this is going to be
or if just made it all up, right now...
the unbecoming of me, because I can't remember...