Four Firm Tomatoes

Four firm tomatoes left on the kitchen counter- that's all you left me. I watched you drive away headed for Rahway NJ. Nothing would ever be the same. Yesterday, my landlord, Mr. Moanaster came by to tell me how all would be alright. I want to say: What do you no anyway? I want to toss him in the street along with the other pile of junk out front. Instead I give a slight smile and a resigned nod- Invite him in. Together we sit in silence eating our tomatoes.