I'll write you poetry
and read it to you when
you're dead.

Rain or shine, I'll compose
wedding vows that no one will ever
read or use.

It'll be perfect.
Even if it's just us.
And the whole time your
eyes are closed
because you're imagining I'm her.

At the grave I'll sit,
doodling and planting
hand made origami flowers.
Sticking macaroni glitter cards
that say 'I miss you'
to the head stone.

The day's coming up you know.
I'm ready.
Ready for you to
hate everything I've done.

For you to kiss my head
and dissipate
in the first strong breeze.