As i look into the summer sky
All i see is a weathering landscape
Drowning in tears the clouds
Gloomy and grieving they do cry
I feel like i know who died
But i can't remember who

I walk into the cemetery lobby
The air talking to the walls
The dust hugging the floor
The doors and windows crying
“Was anyone else invited?” I ask
“Just you and us” they answer
How peculiar…

After washing my face,
I take a look at the mirror
Staring back at me was…, not me
or at least not how i remembered me
“Who am i?!” i yell at the mirror
I got the same answer…

Struck by the memories
Hugged by their sympathy
I say memories
But they were…
Figments of what was and what i wanted to be
The ******* of reality and fantasy
Like an unbelievable deja vu
Real or not,
It didn't matter,
In all honesty I couldn't tell…

I take a closer inspection
Something doesn't make sense
I breath on the mirror but i can't see my breath
I run back to the funeral but it's too late
No tombstone no nothing
Exposed dirt in the middle of the grass
It's me
It's home.