10/22/12
that's the day you died
the day you became dead to me

sitting in the driveway at my dad's house
cigarette in hand
cottonwood tree standing tall and alive
concrete feeling cool and strong

both cottonwood and concrete
have seen me cry over many a boy like you
the wind howled a familiar howl
and suddenly I remembered

there've been so many just like you
and here I am,  returning home,
changed, and bitter, and with tears in my eyes
I returned home whole

I realized today that I don't need you
I realized that I could let you go.