Funny In A Faulty Kind Of Way Poem by Riitta Gyllenbogel

No,
I don't know
who you are
sorry if that disappoints
I seem to find you
familiar somehow
but don't know from where
nor when, nor how

it's quite possible
we were close one time
perhaps there's a lot
we have shared
but today, right now
no, I don't know
no idea
who you are

and no,
I don't have alzheimer’s
or any some such
disease
It's just the way my mind works
how my brain
is wired
I suppose
(has been from day one)

most people I've met
most places I've been
most things I have done
and most I have seen
(even most words
I have written)
almost all of my childhood,
and most my adult years,
some day,
they simply go away
the memory
all forgotten

so pardon me,
if you will,
if after some time apart
I don't know
your name,
your face or your smile
don't remember the things we shared

just because my memory's funny
in a faulty kind of way
doesn't mean
I never loved you
with all the power in my heart

so stay
awhile,
or walk away
when you meet me here, today
I promise I do love you
every bit as much
even if my memory's gone
before you've forgotten me
it's just
the way
I am
sorry to disappoint,
cannot help it
would that I could,
but don't think
that I can

you see,
this,
this is just me

only way I know how to be