“I had to find you.
Tell you I’m sorry.
Tell you I set you apart.”
The universe screams your name
car stereo echoes it with Skinny Love
You’re not wondering
but I thought you should know
she is awkward, skinny, and perfect.
Her right front tooth juts out
like a hopeful lighthouse
cliffed by a closed lipped smirk
She will never be owned by anyone
nor told what to do or how to feel.
Wit beyond her years and scrappy
she becomes something fearsome
with a certain trajectory of her eyes,
Over a decade.
Not a word.
Out of sight, out of mind (you said)
It’s unfair isn’t it?
How I got the best part of you–