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.
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