Who Are You?

When first we met, I asked your name

A single word for who you are

You first replied, then asked the same

And just like that, our story starts

But what do we gain from a name we know?

We form our knowledge and memory

And these we base upon their face

To be recalled when them we see

So in this way, a face appears

To better last throughout the years

And yet, we all can recognize

Beyond what sight identifies

A voice or laugh amidst a crowd

And who they are is spoken loud

But even without a face or voice

We know someone by their items of choice

A hat, coat, or shoes at the door

And who's at home is a secret no more

But surely, undoubtedly, who we are

Is more than our face or our voice or our car

For though I know your name and face

And heard your voice within this place

I haven't gone far in knowing who you are

So what have you experienced in your past?

What things in your present have been made to last?

What hopes for the future stir deep in your heart?

Exploring these things is a good place to start

Then what are your thoughts, beliefs, and fears?

What fills you with laughter? What brings you to tears?

What feelings arise from each aspect of living?
What true meaning lies in the words you are giving?

The depths of who you are is more than I'll ever know

But now that we've met, who knows how far we'll go!