You see,
I am an artist

I draw with silver
But it comes out red

missing you quietly
is very unbecoming.
i should be spiraling into
a deep dark gulley
of whiskey days
and tear stained nights,
mumbling my name in your sleep.
it's what you deserve.

instead i add a little more
milk to my coffee
and put my books down
after a few pages.
i am able to laugh.
and i smile at strangers
on the street.