Faces Without Names

We escaped from the fire

flames licking at our ankles

I close my eyes and face the darkness

Spots of something I used to know

Walking by a lake your face

In the evening glow

I’m unsure of what I’m searching for

Woke up in the forrest

At the top of a hill

I guess I’m looking for a view

More expansive than myself

I guess I’m looking for a view

Of someone I once knew

Everybody is trying their best

Everybody’s trying

Looking forwards but not at the sun

Trying to pretend what’s done isn’t done

What’s done isn’t done

We escaped from the fire

Into silhouettes of trees

Against an orange sky

But it was just another goodbye

Faces without names

Twisted and bent

Places with voices I never knew they had

Black ash on the bottom of my tennis shoes