forget the sound of my
voice
that I ever walked this green earth
at the same pace that everyone else did
but I could never keep up.

don’t worry about me.
where I’m going you don’t need thoughts
just an eternally warm bed
and eyes closed forever.

and maybe I’m a sad song
that never got to be sung
words strung together
painstakingly
meaninglessly.
looking for a memorial
an “at this spot” marker
trying to be remembered for
the air I
breathed.

feet will trod over me
belonging to people with the urge
to keep going
to live for the sake of
living
not for a lie
but for the victory
of being able to say,
“I am old now
and wiser than you”
though they forgot
where they started
and didn’t care where to
end.