Nothing Zilch Nada Zero
sometimes i hear the evening rain
i hear it in the middle of the day
the downtown bus that goes to your town
passes my office window.
i still haven’t mustered up the nerves
to jump from my building and board it.
i haven’t been able to clean your scent
from my apartment. i’ve tried.
thinking back, i realize now, you were never there
i was just a park bench you frequented for a while.
even the flowers i’d bring you would sit, until it put them in water.
i can’t stand flowers these days.
i thought i’d have the strength
to lift the blinds, to open the shutters
to let some light back into my life. i’m in the dark, blind.
who knew love could be so dangerous, so deadly?
this is the part that would make you laugh out loud
still i would do it again.
“what’s your poison" said the bartender
but how could i explain it to him?
explain that it is you.
sometimes i hear the evening rain
i hear it in the middle of the day.
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