coconut

do you remember back when you first were gone so long

i stacked the empty cartons of coconut water in the corner of the ultramarine bedroom til they toppled overhead

i sent you a dead butterfly i found preserved with modpodge in an envelope and you loved it in its petrified beauty

back before we knew each other’s weakness and were satisfied by hope, despite what we were going through

i don’t believe we were too young then: but are we too old now?