who can keep track
of the
truth?

heading home it falls,
i want to be more like you.
without a name
too lost or
forgotten to be remembered.

no one knows anything you don't.
is the worst behind us?
drifting forward away
speeding towards forever in the past
in the rearview mirror
death looks me in the face.

once i know
you will too.
maybe i'll whisper it
maybe i won't.
at least watch.
i'll definitely watch.

nobody got hurt.
nobody i knew anyway.
everyone just laid there on the ground
waiting to get up
waiting for the end.
it never came
but here it is.