I remember you

On this strange journey
I find myself lost
Do you know me
At all?
Do you recall
Those days we spent together
The nights that I can't let go
Do you think
That I could've perhaps been different
Known more about myself back then
Do I think that perhaps
You and I could still be friends
I remember you
I don't think you recall my visage
I've changed a lot since we last met
Yet I'm still the same
All the differences you can see
Or feel
Are just a bi-product of me
Going insane
And returning back to the land of the normals
To a ghost, a strange apparition of my former self
Do you remember me
I remember you
I remember who we were back then
You're still all the same, mostly
Except for all the ways that actually matter
Do you and I share the same imagery
Or is mine somehow more iconic than yours
Despite us both
Seeing the same exact things
Or maybe not
Points of view do differ a lot
But I've returned again
On the back of the little ferry I row
It's been so many years since
You've been on my boat
What brought you here again?
Are you like me? Lost?
Or do you simply wish to cross
Without a chat with the ferryman
I'll understand
Just let me know what you need
And I'll be there for you
Like I've always been
Despite our memories being unique to one another
I'll remember you
Will you remember me?

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