On March 28th
you said your last goodbye
You sat wet, drenched, in your own tears
and the bath water that almost stole your breath away
like she used to when she filled silence with
I need you
You need to know she is not the reason
the sun rises in the morning,
she did not paint the sunset for you.
art is not always beautiful
and her eyes weren't as blue as you remember
you said they were like the sky
but know the sky in a sick sense
is just a trick light plays on our eyes.

Today is April first,
you are going to her house
to get the last pieces of you left on her basement floor
and I half expect her to say
April fools, and kiss you like she used to
but he answers the door and hands you a box
and you walk away.
I write you a poem
and read it to my class
they nod and discuss how its about love
and how it feels unfinished,
I just don't want you to die tonight.