Befuddled

Ramshackle memories framed in pictures
Haunt me with faces and names I should know
Fracture my mind for shards of remembrance
Someone from somewhere I knew years ago
Try as I might to conjure the people
Just for a clue as to who they might be
They remain quiet in glossy eyed glare
All of them smiling and staring at me
Faces of people who hang on the wall
Faces of people I don't know at all
I slip out the door, as quiet as a mouse
And pray, the next place I try, is my house