November

Death beat a pulse behind everything you did then

But I didn’t care

You were my first infatuation

And I studied your glittering angst

The way you set yourself apart from other girls

I listened to your favorite song

To bathe in your pain, if only for three minutes

To be able to talk to you

The violins and vocals screamed through my headphones

Like the firecracker over the Disney castle

And enraptured me

Slowly I learned how to fall into your rabbit hole

I should have cared then

But death has a special magic

If you feed it, it will let you shrink

Or learn to fly