“I am loving you beside the man with his pants down…”

In this unfamiliar state with no more to say for myself than “regret me,” I disremember you, which is more than forgetting, a harder kind of clot. Together is such a long time and I cannot transform your quickly enough into your equation. You are too meticulous, use the scientific method to love me to death until all data is burned by chemical fire. I am going to a wedding in a place where I have been to a wedding before, where we are not the cutest couple on the 30 Stockton anymore but messy and infrequent phone calls. I think perhaps I was too far-gone or too young to have been the wiser. My dying wish, take your goddamn name off the title of my car.