Remember the evening you took the windsurfer poster off the wall?
The one with the two strangers in green swimsuits
riding the waves
or maybe just trying to stay on their slippery boards.
I guess, in retrospect, that **** poster had no place on the wall –
an empty room really doesn’t deserve decorations.

You slammed the front door when you left
and it was strange because those you left inside seemed stronger
so, as proof, we smashed all the clocks and held their hands
because tears had never flowed so fast
for someone we would see again on the weekend.