I’ll leave you with
a kiss for good measure,
cause darling love is lucid
when you don’t know any better.

I’ll leave you with
phantom touch memory,
and long after I’m gone
it’s like you’re here with me.

I’ll leave you with
all the love I had to give,
like guardian angel stories
and time-sand through a sieve.

I’ll leave you with
a funeral to plan.
I never wanted this for us
but young love doesn’t give a damn.