You remind me of someone that I don't remember
every time I hear your voice I feel I've heard it before
In a rush of warm familiarity you are endeared to me
And every note in your warm tone is a rediscovered memory
I feel like I've been where we are
In this space of knowing and not knowing and learning
And your smile is a smile I feel I've previously seen
Nostalgia's embrace, all consuming
You remind me of someone that I don't remember
and every time I hear your words I feel I've held them close before
it whispers back to me, this dull ache, this blunt joy
a discarded truth I feel I'm again to employ
Its still in my fingertips, the curve of familiar lips
And without sense I search your face for my fingerprints
and when you laugh I hear the points where our voices embraced
are they neon intimations of impressions erased?
You remind me of someone that I don't remember
and a part of my heart itches and burns, trying to recollect
in a maze with an undertone of confusion and regret-
with no answers allowed to give me solace
not now, not just yet.
