Like me, the milk will sour
And the bread will age
To the stage you said
That makes it easier for spreading.
But for now I watch the news
Through layered tobacco smoke
Proof that you were here
Not just an hour ago.
I try to breathe to inhale
This last essence of you. My eyes water
As I cough you out and see
That you are really gone.
The TV shows the restaurant, outside
Rusted leaves writhe as they fall
Landing on you like kisses, so tender
You are lying beneath them
Tonight and now forever.
I am not a silent poet 