roadkill

• pulp:
  
  the feel of my arm around your waist, the pale blue nightdress that you wore.
  your hair in braids, your sailor top: the things i don't see anymore.
  you lost your suitcase in my hotel room, a subway token from your ma.
  the sun reflecting off the water on your face & the way you drove your car.
  
  all these things i can't forget though i don't see you anymore.
  drove to the airport through a traffic jam; a deer lay dying in the road.
  maybe i should have seen it as some kind of sign, except i don't believe in them no more.
  no, no - but i believe these things i can't forget, though i don't see you anymore.
  yes, i believe these things i can't forget, 'cos i see them - though i don't see you anymore.