My arms are tired from holding your hair back. Puking your insides out again. Chipped your teeth on the corner of the coffee table- I guess the good ones held onto your gums to talk some more shit. I feel your echos like an absence. You’re familiar, but so far away. You don’t remember anything. It’s like you buried the sacred pieces long ago and threw the away the key in the lake we used to sneak into. Cold water healed my aching bones as they grew. Watched you climb the tallest tree with no plans to come down. I think a part of you is still up there with the clouds. Always said I didn’t have the guts to climb it with you, I guess I was just afraid of crashing. -AMT ©️