The following poem was conceived last night while watching the great movie
alluded to in the title. I dare pray that you may enjoy reading the poem as much
as I have enjoyed watching the movie! Thank you!
Sorry, who are you, come again!
Yes, of course I can remember
but what it is I cannot tell,
for honestly I do not know!
Sometime the whiff of a familiar smell,
sometime the pang of a dreaded sound,
sometime the fading outline of a face –
bringing back the thoughts of a distant life
and wild love growing oblivious somehow
but I’m sorry, who are you, come again!
Pardon me, if my words seem rude to you,
for that I do not mean to be
but I have this pitiful condition
and I am bad at remembering names
among some other things both great and small,
so who are you, you’d have to come again!
As you claim, if you truly know me well,
answer me, please elucidate
am I the one I think myself to be
or someone else, perhaps the one you see
or is there yet another face –
a third, mysterious one for each of us!
No, you have the right to say anything
and everything to your heart’s content,
for they are your memories, never mine
and I shall forget them soon, anyways!
So unleash your sting and say what you want,
for in the end as friends we shall depart!
Yes, I hope to meet with you very soon again
but pardon me, if then too I ask for your name!