Oh no
Not now, this indifference
Is killing me (bruises eating
Away at my limbs) and you
Are eating away at me.

I remember the time we
Sank in mud, at the creek banks
And went wading in our underwear
Where no would see (stars and stripes
handle bars on bikes, and dark brown
trees) swimming away from safety
And out to the sea.

You sat upon your corroding front
Steps, to tell me you were
Far past gone, just with the ways your
Hands dissolved into the strings
Of your guitar, on my favourite day in
May (now it seems.)
But when you kissed me with honey
Sticky lips, and gave me tulips just
To see my smile, that didn’t help
This poorly written tragedy.
When the sirens wailed, I smiled like a poorly used
Synonym for sympathy.
As I sat on your front steps
And played your guitar, the best
Songs ruined by prevalent memory
Playing in forte, and shattering glass
Knowing accidents happen, too
Fast.

You have wrecked the songs
I loved to hear, bridges in music
And long ocean piers (your sickening
Disease has gotten to me) as
Deteriorating walls hold up frames
Without photos (we hadn’t taken yet)
And if I had only hoped, maybe I
Wouldn’t have been the only to
Visit your ragweed grave (and I still
remember my favorite day in may) and
I swear sitting here, I can still
Hear your melodies waste me
Away.

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A.A. I have posted two days in a row (I am feeling dangerous now).