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Shane Koyczan

Weather Reports

Don't ask a guy what to wear.
It's not that we don't care,
It's just that in most cases you could hold up a dress and a sweater and ask which one is better
We will always say
naked.

That morning I slid out from behind the joke.
'Take a coat' I said.
It was freezing that morning
and the ice storm warning gave me cause to be concerned about your safety.
I still find it funny how an I love you can be reduced to a weather report.
I sort through the memories of that day and I'm comforted by the fact that you used to say,
'Affection is in the details'.
So I said wear that tuque.
That one that doesn't fit you quite right.
That one that makes you look like beauty is something you can put aside for a moment that lasts just long enough it lets you handcuff your makeup to the bathroom mirror.
Lets you leave your eyeshadow behind.
Lets you find your way back to me.
Because today I need you quicker than lipstick will allow.
I need you like this second is going to run out any minute and it's already starting to feel like half past now.
'Wear your mittens' I said.
The ones you thought were red even though they were actually orange.
It's just that you were color-blind and I didn't have the heart to remind you.
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Because they were your favorite.

I love the fact that on most days you looked like a patchwork quilt: guilt-free and warm.
You looked like the authority on all things lovely and I've always had a thing for a girl in uniform.
That winter you left me snowblind.
Trying to find enough details that would let you know that even though some people have perfect sight, those same people could try to paint you by numbers and they still wouldn't get you right.
You are Monet number two and Van Gogh number six.
A mixtape of Hendricks and a leap of its portraits.
It makes no sense to me that we were ever together.
But my makeshift weather reports were the closest I ever came to telling you how I felt.
But you were a lover of the miniscule.
You dealt best with details,
Weighing our relationship on scales.
You balanced us out and always made me feel needed.
You always asked me what to wear.
And I would stare at you as if for a second second I wouldn't answer.
Of course I always did.
In my affections and my response
'Wear that smile' I said,
'That one you wear when you see me'
'That one you wear to bed.'