(poems go here) x.
I said my goodbyes in kisses
And so did you. And when you did
You always waited
For the next goodbye.
You told me you were bothered by a man that said
It was selfish of David Foster Wallace
To have written for himself and then to kill himself.
“He must be the most selfish man in the world,”
Trailed inside you like a limp chain of paper coils.
We were on the phone, and the distance hurt
So I held the paper coils as if they were you.
Since that call I promise to
Continue a chain of paper coils
Hoping you don’t end up like D.F.W.,
Hoping that the chain continues till xxxx.