I Forget My Name

by Nick Jaina

I forget my name
I forget my place
there should be someone
who recognizes
the subtle lines on my face

I forget my home
I forget my tongue
now I'm sleeping instead of dreaming
and staring up at the bottom rung

all of the doors you board and lock up
in tenements of brick I walk up
I see the plans the night delivered
I think I've figured it
I can be sharper than them

all of the times we rode the train home
your eyes a shade of violet Pantone
I see the sun, it's red and patient
I think I've figured it
they can believe it or not

I forget my name
I forget my name
I forget my name

© 2008 Nick Jaina