i am the gravel on which you trod. i am the steps that take you to places. i am the books that you’ve never opened. i am the penny that fell between the cracks. i am the people that you’ve lost sight of. i am the leftover bolt after you’ve nailed the lid down. i am the events that passed you by. i am the thing you run back for, just before you leave. i am the person that held the door open. i am the song that made you cry. i am that cause of frustration and self-directed anger. i am the faucet that you left running. i am the familiar but just can’t place, face. i am the static as you go to sleep. i am the feeling at the end of the day, when you find yourself by yourself, and you sit hunched over with your chin on top of your arms folded over the tops of your knees crossed. hello, i’m forgotten.
