A shitty, sad poem (about someone who made me less sad)

I haven’t written a poem in forever

Well, not since before

I fucked things up

I’m sorry that the one I’m writing you is so much worse

And sadder

And happier than the ones before it

Wait, no

Cut that bit out

I remember shaking with cold and fear

Huddled in the dim of your basement

I remember the little death I died

When I was discovered

I remember making my usual jokes

Wearing my usual brave face

But Gods, you were so warm

And I had been so cold

I’m sorry it ended like it did

Really

I mean it

And, hey

It’s cold again

But I’m keeping two feet on solid ground

For you

Even if only because I’m not strong enough

To do that for my own sake right now