Who are you
He asks
Takes a drag of his cigarette
We think of names
Tried on
Used
Abandoned
This is Alice
I stumble
And I
I am not sure who I am
He smokes
We can not move
Perhaps we will wait for him to tell us
Who
We
Are
The hand print stains the wall
The hand print stains my face
Thud
That is who I am
But there is no word for that
No name
We hit the ground
Small footsteps
Fast
Up the hill
To nowhere
We can not breathe
By the time we reach the bench
As if we have swallowed down all his smoke
And we have
We have
We shake our head
I can not change the time
They have set
Twist it up
Like chaos
It will tick tick away
Until I am gone
Until there are no more questions
I can not answer
We shake our head
Even
When he is gone
When you are gone
When I am gone
There will be no name
For who I am
For what I am
The tears drop to my boots
Her tiny fingers brush them away
She kisses my brow
You do not need a name, she whispers
You are you
All that I need
All that I am.
