Staying Alive

It rained for exactly three minutes tonight. Yes

I know, I was counting the seconds. Three minutes-

Of madness I did not share, three more minutes

When I was not with you. One hundred

And eighty seconds added

To what might have been.

You know, I have never walked

In the rain, since the day we parted,

Nothing wets my soul anymore. You

Left a raging fire that burns everything.

You took me, rains, books and tea.

Somehow, this whole gig is eating me up. This-

Staying alive thing that people speak of, this

Living. You know, the whole story of taking

Pleasure out of your life, seeing beauty

In formless clouds, writing poetry about

Scattered bottles of beer drunk last night. This is getting

On my nerves. No, I continue to stare

At that you shaped depression on the bed, and

Wait for you

To come back. Without you,

I am merely surviving.