I am not a morning person, anymore,
Really, not looking forward to
Going on long walks with the rising light, no-
I do not drink anymore, there is
No reason to welcome the morning not
Having slept all night. The riverbed
Does not call, soft sand, round pebbles,
A gentle blanket of leaves. No, since
I stopped loving you-
The river is full of embers, silted, hot
The stones are jagged, and the leaves
Rotten. A perpetual autumn has come, and
Since I am never angry or sad or drunk
Only ennui keeps me company. I
Do things, just because I have always done. Like
Old men take walks. Or obsessively align the edges
Of books to the corners of tables. I
Do things because then my body tells me
I am alive. Even when the
Heart says I am no longer living.
Since you left, I live...
