three years ago you promised to marry me
I was only fourteen
not like that really
means anything
it never meant much to you
who was on the verge of something new
found time to spare; an hour or two
as long as all of us knew
and you
and me
and him
knew things could change like the wind
our trust was thick
but our blood, paper thin
and were all sick
still thought we could win
Austin, my city,
my concrete joy
Austin, have pity,
my sweet boy
2/15/2021