We stayed too long at a house party on Oak St.

the drinks were strong enough to blur the lather of coke speak

faces grew sad

tempers hot

you asked me is it worth it

I told you it is not

you said all the trees are dying, it’s like a fungus, there’s no cure

you asked me where to drive you

into the woods for our final farewell tour

I said it sounds like fun

and after all I hadn’t seen the fall since I was young

The eastern sky was red

I said I would you look you up before the winter came

we split a cab we said goodbye, I forgot your name

I heard you moved home

about 20 minutes from your birthplace

look after your mom, lay low

it’s what you should have done in the first place

Lucinda Willliams covers in her friend’s coffee shop for tips

We never saw the turning of 

didn’t travel much

all i touched turned to ash like everything eventually does

you asked me “was it worth it?”

oh, you know it was

our passing may not be sudden

but it’s certain all the same

say goodbye

I just grew old and

forgot my name