Memories

I wonder if I am awake or asleep

for almost twenty years now that I do not

know

where I live, 

my memory of me evading my skin 

and landing

on the sidestep

staring

as if I were someone else

do you love me now?

did you love me then?

will you love me when I no longer

recollect

my name?

such perfection of forgetfulness

should be rewarded somehow

I will stand

your breath in my hand

bringing the blue the salt and the sand

and who I was or used to be 
will be nothing but your memory of me.