I don’t remember my eyes
rolling back, forming milky spheres
as the world stopped.
As my world stopped.

I don’t remember falling
from the leather seat
to the Coors stained floor
littered with McDonald’s bags
and gum wrappers.

I don’t remember my pounding chest
colliding with the glove box,
revealing road maps and bucket lists
we needn't have made.

I don’t remember gripping,
indenting,clawing,
clinging tightly, knuckles whitening
as the metal barrier approached.

I don’t remember screaming
splitting the air
as we tightly swerved, playing ping-pong
with the guardrails.

I don’t remember stale booze on your breath
as your bloodshot eyes and manic speech
beckoned desperately for adventure.

I don’t remember much of anything
since I met you.

02/04/2010

Posted on 02/05/2010
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