I cried ragged rose petal tears into cheap cotton

& your eyes were giving you away again,

but this time

I didn't care.

kiss me on each cheek, where it's hollow, and

did I tell you that I'd be skinny thin for you,

all ribs and angles?

I would I would I would

(if you wanted me to be)

But instead I took your hand in mine, & told you

that you had twenty years to live, tracing lines

across your palm.

you laughed.