the.last.day.i.saw.you
you're wearing the same suit
you wore to that wedding long ago.
the suit you spilled
my cranberry vodka on,
when you stumbled back from the open bar.
i remember that shiny, black tie,
how i'd pull it
when i wanted your attention.
That crisp black shirt;
it still displays the folds
from when it sat atop your dresser
for months.
everyone else here,
they all cry
with their hands up, taking
loud gulps of air.
everyone gray and black and sorry,
they bow their heads and pray
for a god you never believed in.
i don't pray,
i don't cry,
all i do is think of you in that suit.
you always looked so handsome
in that suit.