Will you let me love you?
Not faintly, nor softly or gently
But now, while you’re sad? While you’re dying?
Would you let me love the openness you are resigned to?
The concrete jungle you’ve come to inhabit – I will furnish it futilely, with throw rugs and pillows
The only honest decor bottles caps and cigarette ash
You can use my lighter! I’ll wear your old shorts, we’ll get higher tonight than ever before
We’ll light these old temple candles in new honest prayer
This is my preemptive goodbye to you
Not really goodbye
I will carry you with me, always and everywhere
To every coffee shop and cemetery, every playground and kitchen – everything you’ve ever given me I will bear
I will be adorned in your gifts and lessons, wearing them like fresh breath
Whispering them to my notebook, crying them out the moon the way you would to the black and white keys