To a friend bemoaning/
a lack of served food,/
I say, to one who is lonely,/
the company tastes good!/
So don't feel bad!/
I loved what we had!/
Peanut Butter and celery sticks/
will always, for me, do the trick!

Maybe every time / 
she lost an earring, it was/
a hint she should stay.

Fresh, ripe citrus sits,/
 languishing, in my car: Sweet/
bitte reminders.

Going from writing/

poetry daily, even/

hourly, to none, hurts.

My heart aches for you,/
but there’s nothing I can do/
to help except hear.

You claim you are  not/

ready, but you still fish for/

matches. I see you.

How often must I/
electronically erase/
persons from my life?

I APPRECIATE YOUR HONESTY.
AND I WILL BE HONEST: YOU ARE AFRAID OF ME.
YOU ARE AFRAID I WILL GET MAD,
BE UPSET,
RESPOND THE WAY YOUR PAST GUYS HAVE,
AND YOU STILL DON’T GET
THAT I’M NOT LIKE THAT.

AND UNTIL YOU SEE
THAT ABOUT ME,
I WILL JUST BE ANOTHER GUY
WHO SUCKS YOU DRY
WHO TAKES AND TAKES AND TAKES.
BUT THERE’s YOUR MISTAKE.

I’M NOT THAT GUY./
AND I DON’T WANT
TO TRY/
TO BE. /
I JUST HOPE SOME DAY YOU’LL SEE/
ME.

I really liked you./
You were fun, ’til you were gone./
Then I was empty.

When I don’t hear from/
ones I care for, I miss them,/
but apply no guilt.