I don’t think I’ve ever written
Of you before.


You were so easy to push left
Feelings as fleeting as your
Fascination for me.

Not much of a fighter,
Are you? It was easy
For you to watch me walk away
Not like you had much reason to stay,
Anyway.

I hope the warm weather is treating you
Well, because when the snow falls here
I sometimes think of that year
Back in high school when it snowed
Every single day.

Two thousand one hundred and
Ninety days around the sun
Well spent
It’s just unfortunate that our love
Never made much of a dent in the grand scheme
Of your life. I just hope you know
That I tried.

I swear that I tried.