I think that when that moment comes,
I'll quiver in the snowlightredgreen
newish blue,
and cover all my calenders in x's and o's
and that will be it then,
goodnight Mary,
you saw me through throwups and come downs,
and probably you had spare batteries
for my walkman, discman, camera.
that crisp summer
that cold winter
that long summer
that long winter
that new summer
that old winter
strawberry grass,
blue snowflakes
decorations of red on a green christmas tree
will never be the same dear,
when you're not here with me.