03.15.2003 7:05 am
march

No more without-you, boy

Not the way I thought it was

I refuse to use the word "tendrils,"

Or "longing" or "broken."

This isn't that kind of rhyming

Two-by-four love-lorn couplet

This is angry

This is bitter

At you for reeling me in when I had been

So strong without you.

And now a nothing moment

Like a door full shut and not ajar

Leaves me reeling in this awkward

Seven a.m. verbal flurry

Like the snow outside my window,

Even though it was supposed to be 60 degrees out

But then again

It's only March.

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