Sunday, August 28, 2011


'twould be a hyperbolic crime
to say i miss you all the time
since quitting so quickly, if not too soon
i've only pined on one full moon
and i don't need you anymore
between, say, half past three and four
a.m. at least - tuesday's aren't bad
if mercury's in retrograde
nor will you find me sitting home
whene'er the date's a palindrome
how can i claim i often grieve
when every leap year brings reprieve?
but pity me the moments, if any be left over
for the redundant love left in a quondam lover