My familiar stranger,
My anonymous neighbor,

Who knows of your face?
Who knows "YOU" in general?
Who pays you any attention?
Who ever listens to you?
And are you ever mentioned for more than one second?
Or even at all?

Amnesia so soon,
Amnesia now,
Dementia much later.
Dementia much, much later.
Do you remember now?
Will you remember later?

Just an Emily Dickinson.

Originally written 3/24/11
Revised 10/15/14

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith