You were a threat to my stained glass sanity
Armed with rocks and a voice
That could cure a feminist
When I tried to tell you I love you,
I need you slipped out too
I found childhood dreams in your smile
Dressing up in mirrors for prince charmings
That never amounted to the ones I found
In bottle bottoms
Cigarette smoke
Your rescue was less brief
Supernova beautied death
In your Hemingwayan terse verse
"I love you, sweet.
I must go."
Darling
Tattoo my initials in your mind
(As I've done yours)
Just the way we carved them across town
Marking places we'd been
And now you lurk in
Every shadow
Of my
Every memory
And I can't do much
But cry
And smile
At our bittersweet demise