Eighteen Forever

Loss is the sound
of a closing door
in a dusty room

the smell of
those midnight sheets
indelible in memory

that gnawing feeling
JUDGES from a sofa chair
and I, splayed on a leather couch

not even a mother could

you know kids these days
play so hard, grow so fast
never had a chance

suicide notes
and butterfly kisses
oh bittersweet youth

I am a canvas
adrift on a sea of second chances