I Forget I Am Myself.

At work, I forget that I am myself and a thousand things slip by unrealized. Papers are moved and words are spoken and brief looks exchanged, yet none of it bears the imprint of my doing. Time passes over me; I am involved in things without my knowing. I do not know who I am forced to become in my absence. I do not know what person is left behind in my co-workers awareness'. They react to me. I remember their eyes, their faces. I do not know who they are reacting to. I am indifferent. I am bewildered. I stare past the edge of my desk to the window and the sky. Time lurches and falls. I come home with my shoulders weary to collapse under the weight of my failures.