2017

I used to drive around town for fun. But this town is now overgrown. With tall buildings that reach too high. As I try to look up. The sun turns toward me and distracts me. I used to go to the little corner store. New ownership. That always seems to happen. My old friends hide in the crevice. I try not to. But my car is collecting dust. Just like my memories of them. I used to drive around town for fun. Alone in my car, with the radio on. “Today we have a fun song about going to the beach.” I would keep driving until the beach showed up. My house is getting old. I’m in disrepair. Sometimes, I wonder if I’m a ghost. They keep sending bills to my house, anyway. I used to be young. My mom used to call, but she died. My car died too. That rusty old engine. Couldn’t keep up. I still can’t believe it. 2017. When I used to drive around town for fun.