So much so.
I’m broken in 12 different ways.
A million pieces of you.
You used to tell me,
“I won’t live to see 40.”
I laughed because I didn’t want it to be true.
I thought we would walk together into
our 60’s, our 80’s.
The memories of drunken nights
And wishing to die would fade into our past.
We were punk rock kids.
Misfits and the downtrodden.
We were too broken for this world and too crazy together.
That’s what happens to unrecognized lovers.
Black as night, our pain becomes our number.
Yours was called and I wanted mine sooner.
I don’t want to live in a world without you.
I mourned you once.
Mourned you two times.
I will mourn you everyday for the rest of my life.