I wish I could be a bigger person,
I wish I could wish you well,
But I honestly hope
Every song, every note
Every poem, every joke
Every love that we wrote
Every word that we spoke
All the fields and the flowers
The horses and trees
Lake days in hammocks
And warm summer breeze
Museums full of art
That we promised to see
The places we’d travel
The people we’d be
The wild and rural
And alien things
Everything cosmic
And butterfly wings
The taste of witchcraft
That our lips used to bring
Obsidian stones
And tiger’s eye rings
My well-loved guitar
With even more well-loved strings
Every blank canvas
Still begging for art
Like ink spilled and etched
Ever deep in our hearts
Like the anchors forever
Skin deep in our arms
If you ever do find
A more permanent remedy
I wish you pure happiness
That brings back every memory
That at one point in time
You had me entirely