Every time I think I know just what I want
It slips away
I heard the sighing in your chest
But now it’s gone
And you’ve withered all away
So that picture you drew in 5th grade turns up
And I pin it to the wall
I remember when you were four and I was six
And we always played with the telephone
Even though it was wrong
And you were 15 and I was 17 and we were in love
When we’d stare at the stars
Pretending we weren’t in pain
Every day that passed we valued
I’m sorry for whatever I did
Just the other day you were 17 and I was 19
And you came to me
With something bothering you so much
When I asked you what was wrong you didn’t speak
And I knew your rose had wilted.
RIP Jane