thomasunderlandaily

she said, "I'm going to love you forever."

I thought that was a nice thing to say.

I said, "I wish I could take you to goodwill,

like my old brown sweater, you know,

the one with the blue stripe - my old favorite.

The one I used to wear

when we would sit on the steps,

its just too short for me now.  

They would hang you up, and you

would get that weird smell on you for a while,

but someone will come along -

someone you will fit perfectly,

someone you can keep warm."

I always talk too much when I am nervous.

I know now she was right.

I think you probably can love someone forever,

at least in a far off sort of way -

a memory sort of way.

She was wonderful actually.

She was smart, pretty, and nice,

everything a person could want,

my mind knows it - knew it all the time,

buy my heart, my stupid heart.