Must’ve Been Love

His handwriting

It was a concussion kind of love.
A ringing in the new year
with cast-iron skillets
hidden in laps
prepared to be used as weapons
kind of love.
A pretty light show
of red, white, and blue
in the front yard
that men in uniforms came to witness
kind of love.
A BANG BANG BANG on the back door
for hours at a time
in the middle of a school night
kind of love.
A the cops stopped caring a long time ago
kind of love.
A kicking in the back door on…