it’s gradually getting colder;
sweater weather,
two statements that remind me of you
the other day
a girl told me she sat in her car
waiting for a stop sign to turn green
without the slightest clue as to how much I could relate
in both the literal and figurative sense
I refuse to drink coffee anymore
I can’t look into brown eyes
I used to think Monday mornings were the worst
now every morning is a proverbial Monday
without your presence
this bed is always empty
even with me in it
this house is not a home
just a structure
filled with empty bottles
that echo your name
and faded photographs
that bear a strange resemblance to you