somehow incomplete.
forming again.
coming into focus.
losing it agian.
asleep in the back seat.
street lights dropping in the window.
warm midsummer's night.
tinny AM from the speakers.
out of control. too long away.
can't make it til home.
slowly rolling past a semi.
the metronome of chains hanging off.
the whirr of tires on pavement.
almost not moving. and yet.
slumber.
tomorrow I'll wake up in my bed.
carried up the stairs the night before.
in my room.
everything familiar once again.
the tethering not as needed.
the terrain less foreign.
that's the 8 year-old i will never meet myself.
i will not recall him in this moment when he is older.
in a moment of reflection.
after a success.
following a disappointment.
i won't be able to trace his life back to a moment.
no connective tissue.
no chain of memories.
in the end.
left with me.
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