how's the town without me there?
cliché but i remember how the wind blows through your hair,
mostly how it makes a mess of it, and how you annoyingly complain as you fix it back together and then wish for a place with no strong winds, heat, and everything you need,
which used to be me,
but as everyone knows, things change so how is the town without me?
are the hallways of school still cold?
is that teacher who hits on you still as strange?
do our friends still hang around that stage?
and that place we used to get chinese food, is there a new menu change?
how have you changed?
i heard you got into a car accident and broke something in your rib cage,
i heard it was hard to breathe because of that,
why did you crash?
was it because you were thinking of me?
or you swerved off the road because you were too fucked up to see?
please wear a seatbelt,
watch out for pedestrians, deers, idiotic drivers,
stop drinking whiskey before you drive off somewhere,
and pretend i was never there.
for pete's sake,
now i worry because i'm not there to walk you to school in the mornings,
i hope i'm never the cause of why you can't breathe,
that's a lie, i do,
let me make your lungs cease,
but please, i don't want you to die,
i always worry if you'll die,
just like you don't think if i have died yet,
or have you?
jesus,
there's so much i don't know.
is your favorite flavor of ice cream still coffee?
i do not know these things because you hardly ever talk to me.
what is different other than its a town without me?
when you kiss another can you tell it's not me?
are we still hot gossip?
what have you painted me as now?
fill me in,
like you've all my old cracks,
then create new fractures for me to try to get over.
