WELL DON'T WE LOOK LIKE A SCENE WHORE ?

i fall asleep in a room that smells like musk
mixed with the sweat and tears
of teenagers in makeup and costumes
sharing a familiar feeling
of anxiety for the stage
for the lights .
sprawled across a sofa
and garage sale chairs
i am (not) alone .

i am going to cup my hand
over my mouth
and learn to forget .
you are nothing everything
worth remembering .
you are a fresh memory;
easily (un) forgettable .