From A Memory

I've known it many times I am wasted in my grime Unlike the flour in dough, I'll never knead you I've tried that, I'll try again I still know not who I am With the sails on my sea I'll never move you Could crawl up mother's laugh I could crack my phone in half Of all the words in the books that I own I'll never write you Last night I grew your face From a memory One wisp of your hair From a memory