This is what killed you
Your soul got all mixed around, made a wrong turn

You forgot to make dinner
Forgot where the pots were,
Forgot to wash the dishes from yesterday
Ten more dollars, one more pizza box
One more can of cola

I discussed it with myself
And wrote a paper on my father's opinion
He got an A-

Your teeth rotted out of your mouth and into your hands
I saw the horror in your body
The quivering, the chills in your socks and sneakers

You came home soaked
Your body draped over the couch like a waterlogged, muddy, discarded towel
Your hand fell into mine passively, like a weak magnet
You didn't ask how school was,
I didn't tell you

I washed the dishes and cooked dinner
Somewhere in there, you dragged yourself up to the shower and into bed
I left food on the table
I left

I loved your lost at sea,

Almost.