February 8, 2023 - “The Person I Forgot” by Rahil Najafabadi

THE PERSON I FORGOT

When I was walking, from my day job
to my night shift of evening meditation,
the person I forgot began walking with me.
I was in a dimension––I had no face,
no shame in being colorless yet loud.
I thought working to death was the answer,
I forgot my belongings on my way home.
I worked myself away until coffee was joy,
trains were walking me to bed, but I was
doing something. In my mind, people’s
names were interchangeable. Everyone
is the same. The person I forgot didn’t
leave, didn’t die, but they don’t breath.