Try

Written March 20, 2010

Is this how amnesia feels?
Not to know anyone or anything?

The space behind my eyes feels hollow.
They dart from here to there,
searching for something lost.

I’m not there,
if I’m looking for me.
Who I was has gone.

I’m an empty shell,
seeking satisfaction,
in an identity
not yet pursued.

Have I been waiting,
all my life,
to let myself
try?