you were always leaving

not in an angry tone

but in no tone at all

and then you’d be back

and crawling into bed

most of my kind were

awkward in our peasant

hostility you were with

the boys with money

it all came so easily

for you knowing as you did

i would take you back

you did come with drugs

the fun kind and then

there was the bike

wiping all traces of us

away in the suggestion

that the earth

and the sky at night

were even there