Poem: car wrecks

[Header Photo by Josh Sonnenberg on Unsplash]

-1-

we got old
the way we were told

we got old
but did not grow bold

we got old
and all that we sold

-2-

in the middle of drinking a few more than you should have

-3-

our memories are too short
our memories are forever

my dog follows me
room to room
like every memory

her eyes knowing
staring directly at me
like every memory

our memories are too short
our memories are forever

-4-

i didn’t hear
“are you paying attention?”
because i wasn’t paying attention

until i was paying attention
to not paying attention
and realized i wasn’t paying attention

-5-

i have been following myself around
forever it seems

trying to find me walking there in my feet
following and searching

until finally i realized i was right there
all along

—P.L. Thomas