Is the wasted time
pining over you
while you chased Pohnpeian skirts
under palm trees
Is the Wisconsin & Chicago
winter wishing you'd finally
bring me warmth
Is the Connecticut apartment
as I worked that part-time job
long enough for you to
convalesce from arm surgery
Is the Florida sunshine
that turned to shouts & screams
among your sickening souvenirs
from your romps in paradise
Is the moment I fled again
in disarray & confusion
& the many months
coming back when you can
only half love me
Is when you stopped receiving
my calls & texts altogether
even while you lived only less
than a mile from me
Is now you are in my house
laying on the same intermittent bed
& all I can smell is
the smallness of you
Is now you are in my house
laying on the same intermittent bed
& all I can smell is
the smallness of you
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