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.
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Hide and seek was fun,
you found me,
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.
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