A Distant Identity, I'll Keep Mine Thank You

20 years of synaptic fires,
has led to so much cross talk,
nearly joining 'hello' and 'goodbye',
like waking up to a roommate's alarm,
rather than your own.

It would lead one to want amnesia,
and being an amnesiac, ask those around
what has gone on all these years,
to realign thoughts, to straighten up the spine,
to shiver at the tragic remembrances.

Truly, to re-member the body,
to feel those scars, won or weathered,
afresh like the day you probably earned them,
and collectively, your peers serve to triangulate,
on your location, but what if you are not on site?