i hate that town.
the town i pass by every time i go to
my aunts house.
the town that i've walked through,
unbeknownst to who was in it.
the brick buildings and shattered
sidewalks,
i hate it all.
the walks to the basketball court,
that one empty lot i would park in,
the laughs and deep conversations.
the memories from that town.
the town that i hate.
the town that you live in with all of
our forgotten memories.