Jessica - Kaki King

Jessica,

Said she’d wait for me.

I’d be 18 when she is turning 23.

Decorate,

Her room with greeting cards.

They burn up when she turns a light on in the dark.

Trying to,

Remember love that,

Never really was.

When the milk,

Tasted like perfume,

You had been drinking from the carton,

And I knew.