You stand in front of me, Same as I remember in my dreams. Same hands and skin And scars I could easily map out In the dark. But there's a change- Undetectable to the untrained eye, Invisible to everyone but me. And I know this change, This subtle difference that Makes me cringe and buckle Under the weight of the rushing Flood of my memories, This change- swift and deliberate As the turn of a page- Is all my fault.