The last 3 letters of the spring

If you had asked me then what I wanted 
I would have said nothing 
but now
Now I want the sky and the dead stars
all of them
I want their ashes
stored deep in my tiger scars

If you had asked me then what I wanted 
I would have said lovely
It's just 
The tears were scratching the back of my throat 
but now
Now I think it is terribly wrong
Such a mindless question coming from such a sharp-witted boy
I always thought you were smarter than I was 
And there is nothing lovely about that

It almost feels like kindness 
exactly 
what I 
should have 
back then 
when you 
did
love
me too