Somehow,
even when I forget who I am
and I detest who Iβve been,
You remember me.
You remember the person Iβve forgotten,
the one that feels so long gone.
You remember the moments past,
but to You, theyβre not much long ago,
for Your years are ancient
and are in the depth of time itself.
When I canβt remember myself,
and I miss who I was,
You see me.