Darling I have picked your memory clean
There is nothing left
So obviously this is goodbye
To all the poems I wrote
About you sitting Indian style in thin pajamas
With your privates pressed up against the hard wood floor
Making me jealous of dead and sawed up tress
I thank you
You let me be young once
When I had a free pass to make mistakes
And ran up the tab

To the time I spent between your thighs
Pressing them against my ears
To muffle your moans
And the lines that came out of those snow days
Sick days, holidays, and any other day
Because we didn’t need a reason
I thank you
You gave me a hunger for the better things in life
That had nothing to do with money

To the time we were breaking up
And running back into each other like the sun and moon
Sneaking quick moments behind the horizon
When we didn’t have to stick around
Long enough to fight
I thank you
No reason besides that being the best time we had
Together

And finally to the time
When we were nothing more
Than happy birthdays from miles away
I would stare out the window at nothing in particular
Finally realizing everything
I am thankful for