Loving Oliver Part II

11/11/21

His name was mine,

And it tasted like raspberries on my tongue.

It was bittersweet and reminded me of my childhood.

I can’t tell you what any of this means.

Basically, it felt like home.

It reminded me of squirrels and homemade swings.

It reminded me of what happiness was and what dreams could have been.

His name was like fireworks—

Bright and perfect and beautiful.

But fireworks only last a few seconds,

Kind of like his love.

Beautiful things never last long.

Beautiful things always burn too quickly.

Beautiful things wilt away like flowers.

They die.

Their light goes out.

They go numb and cold.

But his name reminded me of raspberries and cow manure in ways I don’t know how to explain.