Remember that first day
at your house
teaching me how to skateboard
at a park by the river
on a chilled spring afternoon?
You gripped my waist
guided me along the
pavement
told me I'll get better.
-I've only gotten worse.

When I gave up on falling
we took a walk
down by the river
sat down at a bench
-I found your burns,
made you tell
the stories behind them-
it felt like hours.

I sure           as hell
don't love you anymore
but maybe I miss who
you and I used to be
just a tiny
bit.