thirteen and falling
Why the fuck would these happy songs make me
shake
with tears? Even the
afternoon after.
something hit me,
slapped me back about seven years and man did it hurt.
hard to know what the memories are, if they’re happy or sad,
if they happened at all.
I told you over a wine flavored Black & Mild on the hunt
that I was so glad I saw that show single, just like
Hemingway liked to look at art when he was
starving
because you’re more attentive to love songs when
you’re alone.
We never made it to 8 Elm Street
but I can imagine it’s nothing
like we imagined.
My first love was seven years ago and it will
never happen again. I can’t say it was wasted
but I sure wish I could remember more.
At least I had the
sense
to write it all down.
We never made it to 8 Elm Street
but I can imagine it’s nothing like
what we imagined.
St. Patrick’s Day Parade, Southie
