When I was thirteen,
You told me I should go and rent a movie on VHS,
Harold and Maude.
You said I was Harold incarnate.
You asked me almost everyday
If I had seen it yet.
I went to the Internet,
And read the synopsis. I thought it was a dirty movie.
The kind my conservative, Republican mother probably wouldn't rent
So I lied to you.
And you asked me questions,
Made jokes I pretended to understand,
I laughed and shook my head and blushed.
I watched it two weeks ago, and loved it.
And now that you're dead
Were you Maude?