Forgotten trio

Day 21. Today's prompt is to write in three parts: One about someone you knew well but are no longer in touch with, one about a job you previously had, and then about a piece of art you saw only once, but it stuck with you. Then, to ask an unanswerable question. I'm definitely going to forget something but here goes... 

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Tunnel walls reflect

noise like mirrors

reflect things we'd 

rather not talk about, 

but that was all part 

of the attraction, 

as far as you cared. 

Slow down to nothing, 

then shatter the hollow

with filthy cacophony. 

Then in the days between, 

hunched over monotony, 

singing to myself - the same

eleven songs on repeat - 

surely this would pass

enough time, and then

I could leave to see her again. 

Something about winter, 

our supposed escape, nooses

tightened by responsibility. 

Not much to say in horror, 

a sudden accidental dose

of real life - well, a measure 

more real than my own, 

at least. Quick flash and

close the book, consider, 

briefly, reopening it, indulge 

the car crash fascination, 

the depraved, rotting part

of the brain we drown out. 

I wonder, how many precious, 

broken things will we try 

to collect, and when will one

finally, mercifully, be enough?