You were all anyone could ask for

If one knew for what to ask

But there’s a flip side

You left me when you died

And then came you

Crammed with a kind of energy that

I had never seen

Never known

Never knew to hope for

But there’s a flip side

You left me on the side for a time

You two share both sides of the finest 45

in the collection of an unfinished life

I flip the shiny vinyl in my hands

Side A

Side B

I see myself digging into the graphic label of side B

It’s a scratchy imperfect “DONE”

I could just throw it away

But I need the flip side.