The dreams I leave behind.

What is my name? 

I forgot how to read or write, and I don't know, my name. Every day is the same. They roll me onto my side to clean and change me, then wipe the teardrops from my eyes; I have no concept of pride or shame. I can see shadows and hear all their lies. They wipe the drool from my lips, and then they give me a kiss. Then go away and come back the next day. I don't know, my days have come and gone. I do remember one thing: the sparkle in your eyes, your soft ruby-red lips, and the love we once had. I will never leave that behind until the day I die, and even then I will love you more than the day before.