My Husband Says Now I Know How Brett Favre Feels [olivia]

You had to wear black, didn’t you?

With your soft, high palettes
With your white hot pitch
With your buttery dissonance
With your bright eyes and smooth skin
With your hammock of sound strung so tight that your notes
bounced
off
and
hit
the
beams
and
broke my heart

You sang at my funeral
You sang at your funeral
You had to wear black