BY DR. AGONSON
They say, “You’re not yourself, today,”
and lovingly reach out.
I know I lost myself that day;
for me I’ve looked about.
I don’t know my own name,
and have no sketch to show
my face to strangers who
might say where I did go.
Look for me, friends;
find me.
Searching for friends,
I see:
The night
goes on
until
the dawn.
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