For Michelle

This is such an old poem. I rather doubt I will change so much as a comma in here but it is slightly immature, perhaps it needs to be. Perhaps that is my justification for letting it be as is.

For Michelle on losing a friend.

Some days aren't so bad.
Others wrap themselves
like Boa Constrictors
around your chest,
force you to gasp
wild gulps
of grief.

On those, it's me
you thank and call Angel,
for offering platitudes
of simple people.

Could be you don't see,
when your days tighten,
pain steals my breath
and I can do
no more.

Ok so I changed a comma but not much more. It does hold a special place in my heart so I'll stop.