Unfolding You in Me

I'm a flurry of memories, encapsulated by flesh.
You have seen me only briefly.
I occupy a tiny portion of your memory.
Sifting through those thoughts, those memories others have of me.
Could I accumulate enough to grasp who I am?
A melting pot of my brief encounters with you, you and you.
Would I be a different person?
My perception altered, born anew.