Andy Poem by Belle Violet

To the Plant Ops boy
at the loony bin,
the one that's tall,
the one that's thin,
I love you forever,
my husband,
my friend.
You're moonshine.
A guitar.
You're a midnight swim,
a skinny dip.
You're whiskey in sips.
Cigarette smoke in
my little gray car.
Now the bottom line is
you taught me to fish,
you are horribly missed,
and I'm not doing well
so far!
I miss your eyes and your gangliness.
Your laugh and your friendliness.
And the way that you loved this
stupid, selfish girl.
I miss coffee
and post its,
and work husband kisses.
Why you did what you did
doesn't matter to me now.
I just miss you.

I miss you,

I miss you.
And I will always regret
that I ever dismissed you.
I can't stomach the thought
of your ashes in a box.
You would lift me,
and twirl me,
like you wanted
the world to see;
I refuse to accept
the fact that
you're Andy dust.
You will always be, just
that boy that I loved.
To my Plant Ops boy
at the loony bin,
the one that’s tall,
the one that’s thin,
I'll hold your ladder in heaven,
my friend.