marjorie

 you’d always go past where our feet could touch

and I complained the whole way there

the car ride back and up the stairs

I should’ve asked you questions

I should’ve asked you how to be

asked you to write it down for me

should’ve kept every grocery store receipt

‘cause every scrap of you would be taken from me

watched as you signed your name Marjorie

all your closets of backlogged dreams

and how you left them all to me