You taught me…

How coffee is supposed to taste
How to cook, and that using recipe books isn’t cheating
What privilege means
Where music comes from
What good writing looks like
How fashion works
That I hated my job
That I loved my friends
That I still had ambition
That there’s a whole world out there
That I’m a good person, and worth caring about, and that I can do good things if I put my mind to it

In return I taught you that when Edge sets up a table, it’s probably Edge who’ll get thrown through the table.
It doesn’t seem like a fair trade.

You were very important to me and you helped me grow into the person I am today.

You had a bad dream once. I’d been wounded somehow, and was going to go to the hospital. But you didn’t realise and were afraid of being alone. So I came back to bed and held you tight, keeping you warm.
You said I died with my arms around you, as we both slept, and they buried me outside your window.

I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you the way you needed me to. I’m sorry I didn’t keep you warm.
I’m so sorry possum. I love you.