I can recognize your fragrance in crowds,

A scent one wouldn’t know existed—

A superficial anomaly of aromas.

I can visualize your presence in captivity.

Places where you wouldn’t go,

Spaces that threaten you with commitment and vulnerability.

Places like my mind:

A maze of rooms,

Tangled with dark and obsolete hallways,

Each part of you divided—

Separated into your own identities.

Some have started to look like me.

Some talk like me.

They sing like me.

They write like me,

Submerged in nonsensical poetry.

Once, they begged for escape.

_“Let me return to me!”_

Your pleas, adamant,

My will, relentless.

I recognize your aura,

Visualize your innocence—

Pieces of you melting into the floors

Of my consciousness.

And now,

They’ve forgotten each other.