Who are you?
I'm Kimberlyn -
The one who spent
And those sticky, sweet, Georgia summers
At your house making memories.
The one that glistened
As she spoke to the ornaments adorning the tree
For eternity, like they had come to life.
The one who went
Along with your glistening golden hair
And set of wheels.
The one that listened
During those hour-long, late-night conversations
Where you said she was the apple of your eye.
Don't you remember?
Of course - but what's your name again?