Thank god you’re not here

Crying is easier without your body smothering mine. Saving
just another tee shirt from the tear stains that evaporate from my face
into the ripples of a salty backwoods lake

You can’t even dance the tango. What made you drag me
to the kitchen from beneath my blankets on last Thursday’s midnight
and try.

I really don’t need you.
I really never needed you.

Did we think it was fun… responsible? Moving those stupid baseball caps
always claiming my black leather seat. Speeding an alienated car to a local
park with windows down and lighters up

The nights we cuddled sober and kissed drunk. When our only label
was happy. In the first forty six days when we were still oblivious to our fate
of an inconvenient love.