silhouette.

mine.

it sits behind me.

She forgets a lot.

she already forgot five years ago how hard you used to work.

she’d already Completely forgotten how easily you became infatuated with
men just by watching them scrub pans,

The way you ripped the paper towel off so he could dry his hands.

you only remember that cause she wrote it down one time, in passing.

You don’t wear much that reminds her.

she’s so fucking silent,

You wonder why she’s even there.

Why are you even there, and why did you even need to be there since the beginning. Why did you even need to have been —

And she’ll keep on being.

She will.

And you will.

And yours too.

Your silhouette.

Sitting behind you.

05.19.2015