Friday, November 6, 2009

Today I thought of the weekend
about five years ago
when we listened to Parachutes in your bedroom
You had a wall with charcoal paint
We wrote quotes in colors
quotes by our idols
Your mom had a room filled with purses
to protect them from moths
She was pregnant

I never got to meet your siblings
but I still think of you when I listen to Amsterdam.

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