i will memorize (you)

they stopped by the crossroads
the other day, and
found her wrapped around her latest
cigarette between her lips and empty eyes
and it's like they've started
all over.
there are words on her hands they
can only read through mirrors
and thoughts in her mind they
can only hear through secrets,
it's about time they woke up and
smelled the rotting air. she's
the only one
who basks in their aftermath,
as glorious as the gray skies
and bare branches of
her latest winter.

because those are the days they'll sit in their cafes and sip their cappuccinos, chatting and laughing and looking right through her when all she really wants was for the world to hurt with her--

i will memorize you.
but that doesn't mean i'll remember.