Words exchanged the night before
etched in to memory like your smile
as you cried when we were young

You couldn't be my best friend (in the whole wide world I swear)
and dad was around enough to fuck us up
let's not even touch mom

The flowers mean purity
at least to the lady at the stand outside of Ace
though the dirt still clung to them
though the rain was washing away your name

I could say you were special
but that was a lie
you were just you
standing beside me when there should have been tears

Don't think this is an ode
I don't do that and you don't deserve one
(that's written by trembling hands with bleary eyes)
just rest behind your headstone like everyone does

I'll leave the images with the mud
washing away from here...
you
and it doesn't really matter
(why would she care?)