Parts of me
still bleed
as I consider
what it means
to have you
stripped
from my
daily routine

The greyness
of this morning's
toothpaste
would be
subsumed
in the ridiculous
brilliance
of your first smile

So many
stupid
silly things
that mean
nothing
to no one else
have become
my touchstone

Great passion
produces
poor poetry
perhaps
that proves
my point:
You will never
be rid of me


***- Should not ever see you again