Meat

And I walked over and knocked on your door

I think you were in the room where she died

I brought you food that Annababe made

I wasn't sure if you wanted it 

You were so sad 

And rightfully so

Death is a gluttonous mouth

That never gets full

And what even are we other than meat? 

I left your porch feeling kind of lost

Walked through the alley and sat on my couch 

I could see your window from mine 

I wondered if you would be alright