instead of remembering days
sitting beneath trees bleeding flowers through the
space between us and the sky,
rather than fingers tracing freckles, and tongues colliding,
i choose to remember you as you were
before it got bad.
bigger than the bad days is the fact that
you were the only person i've
ever really loved.
how through my constant nights of clenched fists and cigarette breaths,
is how i hope you're happy now
and the sun still shines
everywhere you go.