You were dying when you found me-
how’d you even find me?
You were dying when I bought that leather jacket.
You knew you were searching,
you warned me yourself,
came shopping for me when I was shopping, too.
What could I have done to heal you?
Did you think I’d had that jacket my whole life?
I had barely clipped the price tag off
when you wandered in and took me for
somebody who could love you back to life.
By now I guess you figured how to resurrect yourself-
I don’t even have that jacket anymore-
but the closet, the closet remembers the stench
of the dying you brought with you.