As if I didn’t already know
you told me. I’m not sure why
but it was still a surprise. The signs
were showing for weeks, maybe longer.
I hoped for less pain, but this trouble moves
slowly. My air is lousy with your lingering germs.
Months pass, yet my tangled thoughts raise high on
poor attempts to forget. Painfully similar to yesterday,
I smell you for hours. Even on this new day
all I see is the morning moon. Stubborn it
hangs still in the air, barely visible. Now,
just a scarce glow it falls like me—
best seen in the dark.
