When I left you, did the space in your chest
Feel like an empty, bloody set of gums?
Did it feel like I tied a string around my affection
And slammed the door on you as hard as I could?
Am I even the one that got away?
Or a manic speeding bullet you dodged?
This was a Russian nesting doll
Kind of failure- when I left, I left
A lackluster lack of legacy
My crystal ball history feels the void
Even if you feel nothing
You used to make me feel like junk mail
But isn't that how I addressed you?
Current resident, generic recipient
To whom it may concern
Was I always asking too much from you?
I just wanted to be remembered
The way Bukowski remembered his women
Do you ever think of me in front the mirror?
Combing a yard and some change of reddish hair
It's changed since I met you, shorter and darker
I walk around with December days around my face
And its lovely
Do you think of me leaning on the door frame?
In that American Apparel dress where I almost
Split the seams- do you think my heart
Was bursting that way too?
Maybe I was always too drunk on the moment
To even remember, but I know
That when your little black cat used to push
His devoted face into the sides of my ankles
I always felt lucky
Didn't you ever feel so classic?
Like all we were was a 1940s novel?
Like we were an old yellowing
Black and and white photo of someone's parents?
