"…goodbyes are when you eat yourself to death.”- Lauren Hodkiewicz


My vomit soaked your hair
and your favorite T-shirt
remember it?
It was orange.
It carried a prancing feline.

I’m told those were the good days.
You knew me,
and vodka was our alphabet
soup.

Messages drifted through
and you picked
the ones
that matter.

I’m stringing them apart
and making little bows.

The space was never ending.

I took it all in.

No one else wanted it.