don't worry

found a photograph of your shoulders in the rain
carved tears into a pumpkin
called your mother: said she hasn't heard your sweet voice in years
dropped 3 pieces of candy but ate them anyway
wrote my first song on guitar and got blisters on every finger
popped them all
picked flowers for my dog and then watched her eat them
wrote you a poem you won't read-

lists of things i used to tell you but now
find myself whispering to my puppy,
who cannot even remember her own name.

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where have you been and
what have you been doing and
where are you going?

i am lost but so are you
and we used to pick flowers together and
we used to take photographs of each others shoulders and
call our mothers once a week to tell them
how happy we were.

i am lost but so are you
because we lost each other but
i lost you first-
you left with the rain that august and
left me caught in a drought,
both figuratively and literally.

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we are little kids lost in a desert
and we are bone dry.