One In The Same

We even forgot our own name....laying wounded on a cold concrete slab, silently listening to this guy who seemed quite mad. Back and forth pacing across our head, headache pounding, sounds roaring from an unknown dead.

Words burning as they are seared into our brain, then escaping the same way that they came. Years of wondering toward a place we do not know, nor do we know it now, where will we be in the tomorrow of the subsequent years, when we are no longer able to remember what direction we were going, or the place that got us here.

Our eyes grow weary as the flow of blood, feeling like liquid heat, trickles down dripping in one direction to form a pool beneath our feet. Weak and beaten down, slowly turning his way, the stranger that was with us had grown older then his days.

Reaching toward his hand, only seeing our own, the flesh upon our skin had vanished into bone. Before this time has gone, when our death is soon to come, no longer seeing our companion, he was nowhere, he was gone.

Wanting to find out if we were one in the same, not remembering the face, confused, no longer knowing where we were, we even forgot our own name.