My last guilt-themed solicitation Delivered slowly in hesitation It could not soothe me, could not seduce me Into repainting these strokes so loosely How I remember my ex-blue t-shirt Where the hole in it fell Plain-dressed, wilting and wired You were the picture of health Wine glass drowning, postponed narration Make every new drag no mere frustration I fell in debt to those country crooners Mourning lost love like Spanish funerals Dye the grey hair you grew in secret To a root-colored shell Frozen mid-sentenced smile You were the picture of health No prognosis implied You were the picture of health Plain-dressed, wilting and wired You were the picture of health