When I
Wrote you
That note?

your grandpa
had just died;

you were
destroyed.

you didn’t
want to see
me then.

that’s when
i knew,

but 
i still
hand-wrote
you
that note
-anyway

in
purple
ink.

it
was an
extended
list of
compliments.

[you could
never take
a compliment]

“your
singing voice
and
how badly
you want to
make
something
with
your hands”

“how
the first time
I was over,

as I left
you said,

‘am I
ever
gonna
see you
again?'”

and then

one day,

after
years 
and years,

you didn’t
deserve
to keep it
anymore

to
occasionally
read
as a
reminder.

so I
stole it
back
from your

special 
box.

it
lives in
-mine
now.

—

Acceptance