Theres a stranger at my door
with his bags in his hands and his coat on.
He lets himself in as i look on in awe.
He says we are old friends but i swear we have never met...
And how many more people are out there, just like him?
That i can not remember.
The man takes off his coat and sits on the couch.
Says the world has been tough, but he's still the same.
I cant for the life of me recall who he is,
but something in his voice tells me to let him stay.
I set up the couch for him as he steadily makes his home in my heart.
I never learn his name, and i hardly see his face.
Years have past since the first time he has sat on that sofa.
And i still dont know why he is here.
But i wished for a touch of happiness, and there he is,
On my sofa everyday.
Until one day, it turns out that he is exactly where hes supposed to be.
My memory is slipping more and more, they say,
and there is no way to stop it.
I will grow old with a man whom i cannot remember.
And soon enough i wont even see his figure on my old couch,
but instead, by my bedside, at my new home.
They wrote this all out for me so I would never forget.
But the only thing else i remember now,
is the worn brown coat that still hangs behind my door.
And that the is war in the world, slightly worse than the one going on inside me.
