and i never got to say goodbye.

in a neighborhood where the houses

are all the same brown,

so was yours, my friend.

that sparkle in your eye

shone through the fog

and splashed color onto my page.

i know you'd be there, dancing

when it rains.

hanging onto choking vines

unblending into the background.

remember the girl

who watched at the window

with her jar full of ecstasy.