Nineteen

I didn't think about it when I said I would,
when I should have,

and she deserved it,
at least that we thought about the uneven grass,
the fact that the tree was in the wrong place,
the fact that the berries were in the wrong part of the inlay,

that we remembered it,
for what it was,
for where it ended,
for what it started,

and the fact that she wasn't a number,
or a victim,
she was someone's someone,
many people's someone,
in fact,

and I hated myself for turning right in the dark,
watching the lights,
knowing some of us would be pinned to the past