My latest poem, I love it even though it need a few things changed and added.please comment you reaction.

"I don't know who I was," he said, he said
"I don't know who that was," he said so sad.
"That man is not me," he said
, and the sad thing is he seemed
to truly believe this to be the truth.
Sadness methodically dripped from his demeanor
and his posture followed.
The tone of his voice aware all that could, bared witness to the unclaimed behavior he bestowed.

Time bared witness it did, and at that certain point in time,
the moment will forever be there taking place no matter what is to follow.
give the time travelers the coordinates to map.
The empty space around was present too
All that is ominous was there too
and was introduced to what took place,
It remembers
"That man could not have been me,"
he said with less confidence this time.
Yes, he wore my clothes, my favorite shirt, in fact, I remember
he spoke through my voice, yes the tone was a little altered
it was my voice for sure
but he was not who I am.

" I will not do it again," he said he said
finally claiming that 'other man to have been in fact him
" I will not be that guy again," he said so sure of this.
The shame took its time like the universe caving in on itself,
but it came and hugged him tightly.
"Now I cannot look at that shirt I wore that day,
with the same love again"