life cycle

me typed in
in my name
and printed off on a library card
plain plastic card is me
me wearing my favourite clothes
accessories, belts
left on the table
watching them from the distance
and realising
they are all – me
me wearing mysterious perfumes
feeling them on others
accepting the smell as a reflection
of me
me picking up the clues of my existence
everywhere I go
from every person I meet
the food I choose
downloaded tunes
numbers on the phone
it’s all either me or reflection of me
it’s all clues of my existence
path of my love
dragged footprints of me
walking on the melting ground
trying to balance my body
by holding slippery corners
leaving fingerprints
on the white ignorant walls
leaving my name coded in words
on the glass of the fake memory
of all the people I meet
it will start raining soon
prints will be washed out
and my name - simply forgotten