Who is it is see here
illuminated in my mind's eye?
It is like the dimmest of lights
flickering in the darkest corridor.

What is this face I see?
It is that of a familiar stranger.
That tender smile, those warm eyes,
they send booming echoes against the walls.

This silhouette in the dark corners.
It binds me here in the miscellaneous folds  
between the physical and the surreal.
Breaking down the walls I built to forget.

These memories of no one enthrall,
breaking me, making me remember it all