forgetting my last name comes in triumphs,
blood on the sheets,
blood on the hands of the ones i adore.
i wear 2 rings on each left and right.
i look back
forward and be
and on this day, there are mazes and numbers i want to remember.
all the strangers that invade my small time life for a simple second.
and the one that is pinned to my chest
even when i cannot feel it,
8 months of spending life with her.
i hope to always feel this.