your memories cling

to my very skin

it is hard to tell

where I end

where you begin

they crawl all over me

sparing not an inch

not even the air I breathe

their whispers ring

through autumns and springs

my mind is tormented

by the epiphanies they bring

days dissolve into nights

with such agony

when I don’t find

your shadows near me

what is this ache

where do I bury it

there isn’t one bit

I can call my own

and even before I realise,

I’ve lost myself

to these finks

that only make my heart bleed

that don’t feel mine anymore

and I wonder

am I still me

because I sure feel like

a stranger in my own home