Four years ago today,     

I can still smell them

Your oversized t shirts

Why you cover everything about you, I thought

Those gentle fingertips covered in honey dew

Summer picnics near the st Clair pool

Godless creation to the school perhaps, my godlike muse

All the poems I wrote, they weren’t for him they were for you

And I knew what you were hiding

The girls wouldn’t like it, would they

Sisters only read God

They don’t care for the books that you do

 

That day I saw you crying

Leaned against wooden bars

Murmuring your truth to your pitiful scars

I knew who made you cry

I wanted to touch you

Kiss your neck that was already turning blue

Pull your head onto my shoulder

Cause I knew it would fit

Instead I just watched you

Pulling the threads off your ripped jeans

Scribbling down a letter to a girl you never got to keep

 

I still think about you Christine

Replying to your letter after four years

Your words of the old romantics

My love for MJ, repeatedly listening to Billie jean

I always think about you, my beloved Christine

 

~Restless Wings~