Loves Without Names Or Faces Poem by Howard Michael Bricker

I was young
looking at faceless women
without remorse
blurred, nameless ladies
without thought
marching in my life
walking out
without a heartbeat
without heartbreak
searching for the meaning my life
searching for happiness within my life
one night stands
listening to tinny bands
In blurry places, from bed to bed
leaving with nothing said
loving without remembering faces
having no social graces
without remembering a name
truly, living in shame