Poem: An Unraveled Tapestry

a cloud over memories 
she cannot remember 
a life afflicted by fog 
she knows this place
holds some significance
these faces should 
be utterly familiar
but it slips her mind.

what did I do
have I been here before 
where am I 
grasping with silent fingers
an unraveled tapestry
a stretched fabric 
of a life
punctured by holes.

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