You did so much, from May to December, and I ran, in knee socks, and inappropriate shoes, to catch up. I was covered in you, bleached head, painted toe. Human mood board, with the seasons. Fantasies found in your browser history. Hide and seek was fun, you found me, cuddling college debt, in the cupboard under the stairs, enchanted by your jazz records.
You said, I was the best of you. Slipped me notes, as you slipped away. and I had your devotion. When I fell, we played on the carpet. Scotch and cigarettes, remain on the shoulders of that same winter coat. Over that same little dress, that you always liked best, to say, goodbye.
There's more where that came from!