You, subtle as a fist through a wall,

Walked like a rocket throwing itself across space

Or a guitarist dropping to his knees.

Dollar shop jewelry on you'er arms,

fruit weighing down a branch.

you'er mouth, scarlet with you mother's lipstick,

Smiled like internet appreciation; moment of flight addiction.

I, cotton shirt cautious,

Like blue and white cupboard plates

of cough syrup prevention and lunch table law.

You were fire escaping stones beneath

star stuffed skies.

I kept every gossip interest you bought

And you stored the plots I built,

We, alike as mist and stone.

I never understood that

words were bubbles in a chary scented soda,

And grammar was the straw,

or else,

your mouth was a gun, words twenty caliber lead bullets

Punching holes through my truck door of a reality.

You were a stop sign gone rouge,

Waving us further down the black smear,

one road split a second the year I switched schools,

I loved left and you stepped right fast.

Separation was new, we ran,

Piling space between us like pillow forts.

You are now a cup of remembered punch

For when I want more then a Times New Roman type of detachment.