Sometimes I wish
for a different place
where my memories
have been drained
you can tell my friends
and family it's better
where I am
wiped clean,
an empty
slate
.

Torn
between
trying to
love
and knowing
in a year
I will leave
again

I've come to feel
completely
ordinary

I'm laying with my
dome on the dashboard
the engine revs and comes alive
here I am with my foot to the floor
back again for another drive
because I love this machine
more than people love me
its seats caressing as
I cry
but no matter
how much I scream
"Why,
why?"
it stays silent
quiet
like my friends
that have died.