“Love you”

when you sang
at the funeral
[parting the hair, braiding it with oils]
I loved you so much.

I wonder what love means,
since we say it so much.

is it true, when you don’t stir at my cries
anymore?
is it true, when you don’t need me
anymore?
is it true
just for a fleeting,
‘til we remember it isn’t true
anymore?

oh well, kid
‘cuz right now i love you
so much
what a thing to be grateful for.

and i guess this is my present
for making you sip water
in the desert of your mind.

i guess you love me now
that i’ve walked behind you,
picking up what you dropped,
placing it into your hands.

your misery a loss for words,
i try to fill in the gaps
with my teeth

i love you like orange juice
after toothpaste,
i love you like i’ll never ruin it.