the highlights and scribbled margins
look back at me
I stare
not seeing
these are not old friends
not faces
they ring no distant bell
conjure no sensorial memory
in a decade
they have,
not even slipped, or faded
but just disappeared

I must have once seen your face
my ten years ago self
but now a sense of loss

for knowledge I didn’t even know I had forgot
or even knew before to forget