i wish i could forget i exist
as easily as you do
pushing the times we shared into the gaps between your teeth
until the appropriate social situation convinces you to let them leak

i wear my memories as stains on my shirt,
constantly reminded of the yesterdays
and strangled slowly by a set of hands
that i can always feel around my throat
hardly ever able to breathe,
and when i do
i only choke

time sure flies when you're dying
and all of us could use a little ride now and then
the images rushing by the window make us dizzy and sick
as we try to make out some of the pieces of our lives
before the car stops, and we're asked to get off and politely make room for the next passenger