The Starried Night

I thought it would be a good idea to live fast

and die young---

It was a beautiful and irreverent idea,

one with no hairpins or caveats or misconceptions

When we all piled into the back of the '33 Plymouth,

our purple outfits made us seem invincible,

because that is what we aspired to be

But you cannot aspire to be invincible,

it was the same as putting effort into apathy---

it didn't add up

I remembered that you liked my hair long,

stringy,

and messy---

the way it was that night

So I would spend these days in the mirror,

and on my walks to the cemetery,

looking to look that way---

for you

So that we could have our Monday evenings back,

purple Mondays with no one to answer to,

but the darkened blanket above