Do I Know You?

Forgotten I must be.
Perhaps she’s been busy with her own life
I can’t push my stick into.
Do I know you?
I wouldn’t be marveled at
this horrendous question from her mind.
Yeah! Almost everyday
I throw this dismal inquiry to
the guy in the mirror.
I am a lucky jerk
who haven’t been buried in oblivion yet
You don’t know who I am?
Won’t matter. Be my virgin.
We can re-construct our memory.