Without

Time passes without you now

 

They say love has no regrets

Tender kisses are not for remorse

 

Butter is on my toast before 630

I’m in the cab my 640

I’m at work at 7

And I still manage to notice you’re not here

 

I await the moment every morning when my focus has landed on the in-pile

And I don’t lookup till noon.  Once I open the lunch box there you are again, taking

The momentary space in my mind.

I used to check my messages at this time.  Now there’s no point.  And I miss that, too.

Even if you called, there’d be nothing to say.

When we caught on that what we had it was already over.

 

The afternoon begins, phones are ringing, and I get to forget you again.

When the menial tasks are more pleasant than free time I know I have a problem.

To say it to someone would diminish it’s meaning as the words hit the air.

The only one that could feed the meaning is you.  You’re the only one I could tell without the feelings becoming the foolishness of breakups.

 

But you’re not here, you’re gone. It’s time to move on.

The timer on the stoves tells me this.  My lover will be home soon,

And he’s the one I’m making dinner for, not you.

I remind myself of this as I open the bottle

The wine opener you gave me.  Now I use it on another man,

Knowing you will never see it again.

 

I can’t say I regret the goodbye.  Fate has funny ways.

I regret knowing you’re gone.

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Fate sometimes knows better then we do... the why isn't always easy to see at first but time always clears it up.

[Maurice]

You have expressed well the often conflicting feelings that come with parting. Great write.

[Samuel Dickens]

I've found, as you have, that relations don't necessarily end when they end. It doesn't have to be a romantic relationship, either. The loss of a close friend or family member can affect us the same way. Time is about the only thing that helps. You've expressed yourself well.

[Joiedevivre]

nice twist in the end.
I like the idea of a person not being pervasive in ones mind but punctured with events and a merciful rhythm of business.

loving how you count the time down of where you are at and doing. I really enjoyed this write. {Very well done}