of not seeing him
going over every word he said
fitful nights in bed
of living in a pea soup fog
sitting like a bump on a log
of rocky road ice cream
weeping till I scream
quaffing down ***** martinis
burning teddys and bikinis
going to bed by eight
gaining extra weight
cutting the pictures of us
the furniture builds up with dust
talking to myself
not leaving the house

Every day is another day
of months passing by
going with friends for Thai
not making excuses for him
not hanging by the phone
or checking emails or texts

Every day is another day
for having self-respect