Things I Do To Forget That I Miss You

Counting the syllables in this line
is like counting waiting room cups of coffee
or Tennessee license plates on the highway
or doors on the left of the hallway.
It's all leading up to, down to
across town to something that's distant future.

-aside-
I asked where you would travel
if the world would let you go anywhere,
but my answer, darling, is wherever you are.
If you wanted, I'd buy a big flower pot
to plant my roots in
and load it into the back of your car.

So, instead, I read endless science fiction series
and write offbeat poetry
and fold laundry and think about the treadmill.
I sleep without snuggling,
converse without laughing,
and eat without being fed.
I'm half-tired, half-mad
and completely lonely without you.