dismantling the last three years of my life
i try to forget, as i meet people who interest me
that i will leave,
soon.
soon.
count down days like sand through my
fingers, gone
before i clench closed my
fist
a phone full of numbers i may,
but probably
won’t
call, too full
of excuses and a little,
admittedly, busy.
ahead lie roads i don’t
even know exist. but i like
driving, so
i whip around the curves,
engine rumbling so
satisfying oh yeah that’s
right pedal floor down
heading into the horizon
on roads going
no place
i’ve ever been.
*senior thesis poem
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