Someone spells me out of scribbled letters, The blotted papers of yellowing memories Cringe in an autumn humid afternoon. I hear my name, I hear the clink of words in abstraction, I nod in despair: Twice. A sea of memories plunge out of those yellowing letters. I pull my scarf out in the wind, It's fragrance makes my heart flutter I tie it in loops over my head Concealed and secure I let loose those blotted papers Those ink stained letters do know Who I am, don't they?