24: Porter Tomato
you leave them leaning
against our door
in brown Wal-Mart bags
or in cardboard boxes
and we find them hours
after you've gone
every time I think
about how much
we spent talking
about different things
or how I sat in a chair
while you tried to reteach
me
on how to play the guitar
it feels like forever
sometimes
I wish you'd knock
come in
talk
like we used to
before it's too late
and like the rest
I lose you
for good