My memories are like broken fragments of a smashed mirror
They shine, giving me small glimpses of my former self, but never the whole picture
I wonder how the pieces fit together, but my mind is all in a whir
Of what, if and hopes
I cannot be sure of what I see, yet it envelopes
Me
I, myself, personally, yours truly
Not knowing where my memory belongs, but surely
I will remember someday?
It cannot always be this way…