Elegy

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Misty by the beach house

There was strawberry tart and cedar wood

You love the ocean in winter

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We got high and listened to Sufjan Stevens

and cried about serial killers

and their lonely childhoods

Thought maybe John Gacy wasn’t that bad of a guy

and maybe I could share my life with you

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I open up my palms and let you go

it was nice to call you mine for a time

I hope you know

and it is all the spaces in between that I’ll keep close

but for now I’ll tell you slowly

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I’ll still love you every day

I still love you every day

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I conjure up a memory of you and I

making brown toast in your kitchen

You touched the small of my back and it made me feel large

You kissed my neck in the front seat of my car

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I open up my heart and let you go

You never belonged to me

I know
and it is all the smallest things that I will miss the most

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but for now I’ll tell you slowly

I’ll still love you every day

I still love you every day