File 13

How do you remember my name,
Or even know it?
I recall faces, but not names.
No one stays the same,
even if they never change.
You are a passing colour that
either leaves a mark
or washes out.
Each year on the same day
you will celebrate a birthday.
The one constant.
Aging.
Death, impending.
Life ending.
Remind me, what’s your name?
Again?