Dear Motel Room 17,

Do you remember my face?
I know you probably don’t,
but I need this and that’s okay because
the only things I remember of you are of him.

I don’t remember the color of your walls.
but the red in his face.
I don’t remember what blanket was on the bed
but sleeping next to him, underneath of it.

I don’t remember the paintings you hung up
but the “Do Not Disturb” sign he hung on the door.
I remember the long nights spent in your confinement,
but can’t remember how to get there anymore.

The one thing I’ll never forget is number 17 because I was 17
and I thought he was the world.
How could the world fit into your paper thin walls?
It couldn’t. It didn’t.

I’m sorry that’s all I remember
but I can’t get either of you out of my head.
and I’d really, really like to forget.