A need to forget
In front of me sits a glass jar.
Once full now empty.
I want to smash it on the floor
but that wouldn’t solve anything.
I want to hide it away
but that won’t help me forget.
I want to fill it with coins, one for every drink I have. I worry it would soon be filled and would show my true self.
I know I drink too much, I know my jar was once full of tokens.
Each token a day I went without a drink.
The jar is now empty because I can’t face the truth.
Without a drink I remember, I don’t want to remember her blonde pigtails and velcro shoes.
Without my vice I have to confront the truth.
The night I ran her over.