I heard “I Remember” play

on the radio today

of all the fucking possible days

Tomorrow was the day I knew

that I had heard the last of you

Add 9 years to that tally, too,

when you turned Left on Read

when you left me for dead

and I later heard about what you said

when you called me “low hanging fruit”.

I heard “I Remember” today and I do

remember the one who ran me through.

Why am I “Low-Hanging Fruit”

just because you were tall enough to

reach me?