You could list these things that never did you any good:
harsh chord analogies for loneliness or oneness,
yellow paint and purple shirts, bare mattress,
frost-bitten liquor,
ka cera, the sweetest sobriquets,
a month of summer rain
and the one or two color-ribbons it produced,
bottle caps and the Pleiades Cluster,
your shock at realizations long overdue.
You could sink to the bottom of the sea,
you're as heavy as stone.