People come in and out of our lives
A normal part of longevity
Deceased family, childhood friends, former colleagues, ex-lovers
We go about our days rarely thinking about most of these people.
The pictures that sit in the same spot become invisible in plain sight
Desks and rooms taken over by others; previous occupants forgotten
Cards, pictures, and gifts hide in drawers, shifted aside when we need to find something necessary
We overlook the artifacts and hide the memories in the back of our minds.
But what if the memories could surprise us?
What if they moved around, never in the same place, so always noticeable?
Drive down the street and there’s the blue number 75 70,
A slap in the face, immediately taking you back in time.
You finally put the pain to rest, move on.
Walk down the street and around the corner comes blue number 56 20
A punch in the stomach, taking your breath away
Bringing back the joy and tears associated with its former driver.
The men leave, but their vehicles stay behind
Leaving a graveyard of ghosts
Floating into sight when least expected
Making it impossible to forget.