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Rewrite!

~~~

Michael

I put you on a pedestal even Gods wouldn't reach.
Now you're gone and I have just a few memories
of when you wooed me with your silly smile
your musical charm and every time I said yes
to your beer night I meant yes to wanting you.
But you didn't date friends, like my senior prom date
and now you're gone, asleep forever
torn from my life without warning
leaving me wondering who you really were
and why I didn't know your faults
or maybe I just ignored them.

~~~

Aubade After "Box of Crayons"

Lots of crying, lots of laughing, lots of healing,
Seventeen at Dan's house,
another twelve online -

we take turns offering memories of you.
Clay K threw some glasses to shoot the
Black Label in your honor. Passing the glass
like we did so long ago.

6am internal clock woke me from deep sleep - too deep
to dream. But you crept in like you always did
wooing with your memory, sweet-talking
with a shot of Jack until I woke to the truth.

The sun was breaking through the snow clouds,
Dan was shoveling the walk and I remembered

we weren't twenty again,
you were really gone
singing off-key with the blue jays
that left a mess on my windshield.

Aubade After The End

I put you on a pedestal even Gods wouldn’t reach –
couldn’t reach.
You’re gone and just memories stay:
when you wooed me with your silly smile

your musical charm and every time I said yes
to your beer night I meant yes to you.
But you didn’t date friends and now
you bequeath me a job

wondering who you really were
and why I didn’t know your pain
or maybe I just ignored it.

Seventeen gathered at Dan’s house,
another twelve online to take turns
offering memories of you

shooting Black Label in your honor
passing the glass as we did
so long ago.

My 6am internal clock woke me from deep sleep – too deep
to dream. But you crept in like you always did
wooing with your memory, sweet-talking
with a shot of Jack until I woke to the truth.

The sun was breaking through the snow clouds
Dan was shoveling the walk and I remembered

we weren’t twenty again and
you were really gone
singing off-key with the blue jays
that left a mess on my windshield.