Memories Rearrange

I’m drunk and want to go home, but this is all way before Uber.

I’m hiding behind a row of cars.

This party really sucks, and I just really, really miss you -

God, I hope your number works.

Time is acting strangely, memories rearrange.

My grief spools down the drain with all the hair I’ve lost this week.

Time is acting strangely, memories rearrange,

and I can’t recall if I saw you last week, month, or decade.

I’m tucked behind those cars again and my face is growing wrinkles

while somehow yours just stays the same.

This isn’t how it should be; you should always be years older.

Please tell me your number works.

Time is acting strangely, memories rearrange.

My grief spools down the drain with all the hair I’ve lost this year.

Time is acting strangely, memories rearrange,

and I can’t recall if I saw you last week, month, or decade.

Oh, a decade ago.

My wrinkles unravel into yours.

But time is acting strangely, memories rearrange.

My grief ravels into skeins of yarn so I can knit you things.

Time is acting strangely, and I’m sorry I never finished all the projects that I promised.

I’ll burn you that CD when we’re finally both dead.