Do you remember

that time when...?

We were both there,

in body,

in mind.

At least I always thought we were.

But I’m giving voice

to my memories

and you call me out,

say that I am so wrong.

It wasn’t like that.

No, it never happened.

I must have imagined the entire thing.

Or maybe,

so you then imply,

I’m simply deluded

from being secluded.

My mind has run away with me!

So now I’m left with a question

that has no answer.

Is it me?

Or is it you?

You’ve managed to get me somehow doubting

every single thing I thought I knew

and I no longer have the slightest clue

if you are gaslighting me

or, somehow I have gone

and lost the plot,

and it’s me

gaslighting

you.