Poetry

Tell

4/30/2017 11:30:00 PM
I will not ask for your name
Therefore, don't tell me your name
For I already know it by sight,
or your name is

a receipt from your food in the canteen,
"The Middle" by Jimmy Eat World,
breeze of wind in the hot weather,
or pen at the bottom of your seat.

I will not ask for anything,
but a memory that will make you
not being remembered as a proper thing
that is easily forgotten just that.