No Name/Pavement

2014

i don’t know what to do,
with all the things you left lying around
for me to put away/
for me to stumble upon
when i finally have a good day,
i find your face in a pattern on the pavement
or smell you at the end of a last cigarette
where you don’t belong/
where you cause the most harm

i took away your name
almost four years ago, now
and i try to remember how it sounds
just so i can spit it out
in a spiteful show of my independence
only to watch it fly out of my mouth,
carelessly disappearing into the distance;
i guess in that way, it’s a lot like you.