4

Something in the air has broken.
It has begun to rain,
and I don't love you any more.

Thinking this day would never come,
I feel ill at ease; unsprung.
Imagine how you'd feel, discovering
your body no longer required food.
The nostalgia of this freedom, I admit,
I didn't expect. My whole body is quiet,
as if it will never be afraid again.

I don't love you any more. My heart
finds difficulty in believing.
My heart is surprised by withoutness.
This sparse scene contains only leaves,
street, me; not you.

My heart is full of something other than happiness or sadness.
My heart doesn't feel like it used to.
Everyone is bicycling home.

Piles of leaves curl in the nooks of the street,
and I do not wish that you were here.

SF/DC