I can already feel the memories
of my demented brain
taking root.
The memories I promised never to forget.
They will greet me like friends
while the face in the mirror slips away.
The sunlight will dance
on the yellow flowers of my mind
just like they did today.
And the breeze will kiss my cheek
And embrace me until the end.
I will remember, because how could I forget.
But will I remember you?