Perhaps it was for the best.

You always made things look in fashion.

Even those pathetic cat sweaters.

You made it look so good.

That grey beanie,

That hospital gown,

The cord wrapping around you like a snake.

When we were younger, you wanted to take off.

I suggested to join,

But I sure as hell didn’t like the idea of never coming back.

Clearly, times don’t change.

But seeing you with your hair whipping around, your ringless hand swaying to the wind,

The old car you made in fashion depart.

I think…I might’ve sighed a sigh of relief.

Because you were the cord wrapping around me like a snake, too.

Perhaps it was for the best.