The cracks in the wall remind me of you,

Their tiny twisting fingers like veins,

winding up through plaster and

Pressing unwanted gifts into a sweaty palm,

Until spider web constructions

 slip their strings to the floor,

 only to shatter and unveil

their bodies caked in blackness.

 

The trailer slumps in a brown-green field,

Its frame in pieces behind

Broken nets of trees.

I said goodbye,

To the first and last one

I ever loved.

 

He picked you up at 1am,

In a battered car with four seats in the back

and you rubbed his leg

To tease him.

Late night drives to a hidden beach,

 headlights hunting the road

For a taste of mischief,

    And the darkness extends

                  Until you're out of your depth.

 

You were as crazy as I,

With eyes as big as     blown out  craters, though

Unlike you, I was always the misfit,

Even when fitting right in.

 

 Standing out, in old shorts and a

too-long top with their,

    Flowing skirts laughing and

Sand pooling roughly between our toes.

 

You never minded,

And said not to mind them,

Which was easily done when you were there,

Sharing secrets between mismatched grass,

Feeling those things that

Made life real.

 

I put a pin in my thoughts 

to preserve you ,  when the picture falls,

Where you're leaning back laughing on a  four by four, 

with dusty legs in a green-brown field.