I don't miss you
so much anymore
still
things aren’t really right
sometimes I think
they never will be
these new parameters
scam me  
into a feeling of success
I can make this work
not there yet
just slightly cracked
and the fix -it glue
is stuck to my finger
instead of my wound

about something else
it wandered off
on a tangential excursion
backpack fully loaded
before I knew it
the cows
had come home
and the gate
was closed.

of melancholy
ride  roughshod
over  hastily mended   bridges

Texas early night sky

nightstands
like deserted islands
next to rumpled bed

fake hibiscus in bloom
clipped onto curtains

favorite lip glosses
cradled in basket
on vanity sink

sparkly bead earrings  
displayed   in
see-through pockets
on stuffed closet door

silken blouse draped
on spare chair
awaiting an outing

candy wind  hibiscus
sways in the breeze
a playground for lizards

my face
when I realize
you are looking at me
handsome man

this  Hell
of a  life lived
not so long ago
in the boxing
of articles
you may still need
some day
the cycle  will repeat  
as the dust is forming
today
is nearly yesterday.