You’re a cold nostalgia because you’re still my this time last year sitting on the Pendleton stoop asking me why like you always would and I’d always say because. I never really knew an answer, I only knew I did. And in this way we were good but I always knew I’d end up ****** and without you. I cried when I moved out the studio off Euclid Avenue. I sat by myself in a different emptiness than the one we moved into. Then, I too left for good. And in the ways the night is wanted, I never sleep alone. And all the love that I’ve had since, I tell them why because I don’t.