IF I WASN’T ME

You would not know me, my face, my name a mystery,

The voice that becomes a stranger to you, would not be known.

Pass me by without a thought, no emotion or care, a stare,

There would for you be no memory of me, no late night dream.

If I wasn’t me, would you wish to see, hear, or smile at me,

Would you be in want of a kiss without pain, a touch with no scare.

Would a second thought be a possibility if I was a different me,

If I wasn’t me, would you not forget me, would I still be a something.?

Keith Garrett