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Where there are no faces.
Where the past erases.
Trying so hard to get away.
From memories in my head
that play.
Trying to forget.
Forget your name.
Forget my name.
Remembering them brings
the same shame
from which yesterday I ran.
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More memories of us
than sand.
Looking ahead.
Eyes on the ground.
My steps repeat.
Over and over they walk
through the heat.
No one here to meet.
No one is what I seek.
As I try not to remember
when.
Remember then.
Just need to get away.
Stop the memories
that continue to replay.
Tight my eyes I shut.
My throat chokes on my
sobs or maybe just
dust.
Ahead is all I see.
As I try so hard to run away
from me.
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