The leather of your boots and the
Folds in your jeans, they
Unfolded like
Petals of water and
Floods of mercury in my chest.
No, I won't cry over a picture
A collection of
Pixels on a screen.

It was 99 days ago today
She said she'd drive the first part
When we brought you to the train
Ninety-nine days and four states ago
When you and your magazines waited
For them to take you away
Well I never promised that
I wouldn't cry