By: Shelbi Henny

focusing on the inevitable
memory placing you to reminisce 
on me 
escaping the reality visually seen
crumbs leading to basic humanity
that fucks your mentality 
to understand what happened 
and settle the ending
with psychological beliefs
that leads you riding
cruising in a broken passenger door
busted headlight 
and speakers that bleed
uncomfortable seats 
and the driver seat leans 
to your liking 
sending shockwaves 
that mate to therapy while you
ride in familiar ghettos and neighborhoods
thinking of me
finding out the tracks
trace you back to the grand station
yet different passengers pay for tickets
I remain unseen