When we split
it was three days
before my grandmother
died
and the blow was so great that
I couldn't stomach listening
to Andrew Bird
lest I hear the conversation
again
where you talked about how his
music
was for the "higher echelon of people"
and even though I thought this was
absurd
I didn't say anything because
I was so
determined
to make that failing relationship work
because if I couldn't fix the fact
that I heard a piece of my grandmother
dying each and every night
during the month of November
the very least I could do
would be to make the relationship
last so as not to suffer
too much loss all at once.