You were my everything,
Proud of me, and my insanity.
You were my comfort,
Crying in your passenger seat.
You were my anchor,
Grounded me, helped me breathe.
So why then
Did you have to leave?
Yes, you came through for me,
For one night, back in April.
But am I worth more
Than one night? Than one hour?
I used to be.
And you used to be my everything.
Lately I've been thinking of
Books and Wendy's 2 Decembers ago.
"Thank you for the water, the fries, and the conversation"
... While it lasted...