I met this boy outside of a bar;

he had diamonds in his eyes,

& he had roses in his soul...

His smile

was like July -

And draped in frost he...

we lost control.

He followed me back to my place

& when I was inside him -

He got inside of me.

And the way that we fucked

& the way that we talked without saying a word -

That's what set us both free.

And here now I sit -

Remembering Andrew.

But see you never really know when the last time will be...

The last time you kiss a boy,

or the last time you're inside him,

the last time he's inside of you.

You don't know if when he says he'll call,

if he will or he won't...

if he doesn't you can send him flowers or a card

or call a million times.

If he does it again...well... then you just have to

walk away because he doesn't feel the way

you do... and you have to just accept that

the last time you had him -

was the last time.

"Memories not life,

& it's not love."

But I still remember him.

I remember Andrew.

- For Andrew James Black -