Oh Miss Low,
I know it’s been a while, but I still recall your silly grin
Still smell the smokey herbal fragrance of your hair and taste of your freckled skin

Still remember that blizzard car ride
When we almost crashed and died
Still remember that same night when your eyes rolled back so far I thought you did

I was just a kid then,
I guess we both were, but you were more mature
You knew how to drive me utterly insane while you remained demure
You played me like a piccolo, Miss Low
And although I don’t regret it
I look back at my ignorance and still feel so pathetic

But what did I expect?
I was high school, you were college
I had brains but you had carnal knowledge
And I get you needed more NOW
But I just wished you’d have acknowledged everything I said to you,
All the times I read in bed to you
That time that I even shed blood for you,
When I got my ass kicked by that that meathead dude

So rude, the way you just pushed me aside
Told me you needed space,
Then I see you a week later with some bourgeois guy in his fancy ride
And I felt a little piece of myself die

But I’m done crying

Good bye