what i got from you

a body sense to get spitting mad
at life's little injustices
freckles
strong shoulders for carrying unbidden loads
a sweet tooth
blinders for plodding forward
not a thought of ever giving in
the love of a good nickname
and all it's variations
a blankness
a damp blanket between me and
a feeling
the irish goodbye
well, i'll be seeing you
and out the door
while the party rages on