Sun melting.


cats empty
bellies
meowing
on the back
kitchen porch
window.

basket of
dead flowers
decorate
what's left
of "I will
love
you
forever".
on my desk

a dozen
half-scratched
poems
pile up

on one
another

like old
drunken
friends
at a college
reunion
party.

and I
bear the
weight of
it all like

a black
knight
vanquished
from
provenance.

I no longer
have you.

and from the
start you
promised,

you would
not be
any good
for me.

you didn't
pull any punches
.

you
didn't
lie.

you were
a poor man's
fairy tale

come true.