No Name

Darkness.

That's what I see when I open my eyes again.

But wait!

This isn't her house - the girl with the big eyes and freckles

I see other books, many others

A bookstore

A used bookstore

I immediately become self-conscious

I am a well-thumbed book

I have been read many times over

I'd even go as far as to say many people know my name

"Who are you?"

A book asks me

He looks brand new - what is he doing here?

I look at him and I immediately see what the problem is

My front cover is missing

As is my copyright page

There is no way that they'd know me

The 'used' book is still expecting an answer

I tell him that I need to go somewhere

Before too long, the owner begins to move me

I stare at the 'used' book until I remember his name

City of Ashes

My eyes are covered -

Unintentionally, I think -

And I experience a brief feeling of weightlessness

Opening my eyes, I look around

My new home is... a dumpster

Am I truly in such bad shape

That I should need to be thrown away

From a used bookstore?

I slowly begin to forget my name

But before long, someone comes along

And picks me up

"The Prisoner of Azkaban?"

They say, reading the top of one of my pages

And suddenly I remember who I am