Sometimes I can feel it when a memory is happening
it fills the room
casting silvery webbing, a gentle heat
There’s the taste of my teeth, my hair has reached the corners of my mouth
they rise up out of the floor 
to ensnare the moments where I can’t remember going home after
When I leave this yard, frozen with rage
stop crying in the front seat
sixteen I’m sixteen
go to bed and finish the movie later
It’s caught outside the web
smoke left in your clothes
But I must have made it 
I know I did
My key still works in the lock, the bed has been slept in
Someday they’ll dig up the ruins of the quiet moments in my apartment
brush away some dirt and say yes, 
she was here
in some ways, she never left
I’d know her anywhere