Do i know you, your demeanor is familiar.
That expression, peeping out your eyes is playfull.
Someone has woken up between my ears
calling a name thats, again known yet some how forgotten.
Its on the tip of my......
you'd stand quietly in my bedroom
we'd do something?
when i was a young man, boy
as a child
you were the eyes that watched me cry
when my nappy was full.
Whats your name?
I've got it!
Then, you did not have one.
But were always there.
You spoke softly, kindness captured in every breath
then released to float down through and out those pictures
only you could set free.
I know who you are
the other me.