Walking through a park

Walking through a park

One thousand and 91 days after he died,
I wore a blue sweatshirt that said London on it because
I had been there over the past winter

I had been thinking about him all month
Even though people said it would get “easier”
But it really hasn’t after three years

But it really hasn’t helped that I see him everywhere,
That I walk across the stage he performed on
When he was in high school

When he was in high school, we met at a party
And talked about high school things,
Walking through a park