I got rid of the necklace,
Buried it outside in the cold,
It was very metaphorical,
As If I was saying goodbye forever,
I even made a cross,
Out of sticks from the front yard,
And even if I wished I could hold on forever I needed to say goodbye,
So I could finally get you out of my mind,
Strangely enough I turned around,
To see you there,
Smoke rushing out of your mouth and nose,
Your eyes were rimmed with red,
But they always were,
I guess I never realized how dead you looked,
But I did when I realized just how alive you looked,
When I said you could come in for tea,
And those sugar cookies I always bought from the corner store,
And you always stole from my bag thinking I never knew,
And I don't think you ever wondered,
Why there was always two.
