There was a time in my life
When my age equaled four after the
Pluses and minuses
A girl I knew who’s name rhymed with a colour
"That you will never hear…"
I had us pegged as married in my dreams
Her hair was in pigtails and always smelled of honey
And cheap shampoo
One day she played in the wind with that dress I loved
I saw her twirl against the air’s current
It’s always swift when the sun blinds you
For fifteen years
Now she fucks anyone with something to swig, sniff, smoke or swallow
It was a Wednesday when I went to visit her
We caught up on old times, passed a pipe
And stained the sheets
Regret can be fucking suicide.
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