i could have hugged
i yelled.
or left
or blamed
maybe I wasn't there, but
wooing
or swimming in a pool
of gin
i could have
but
where are you
i am writing fragments
another you
painting
another you
a party
another you
will marry
i'll make it right
we'll live
some other life
the dirt won't know
who's buried
be my grave
and I'll be
born