Without 7: Unpoetic Personal Releases

A new black dress

Unknown

You, even more so

The bench wants to go away

But you won't let it...

Funeral of love

With Tagore for company

No way of reaching out

All doors shut...

You have moved on from me

Life, move over

Over, I can't...

You, under cover

Let me take a bow

One last time

Time last

Lasts...

You won't meet eye to eye

As if eyes necessitate love

Eyes bear hate

All hate all over...

My ears are not funny

Will never be

My eyebrows, not so neat anymore

No more pats on the head

Or little twirls among the hair

Accept

Except

Do not expect...

Why this vain hope?

GO HOPE GO

DO NOT HOP AROUND

YOU BETTER BE GONE

I BETTER BE GONE...

What hurts more, dearest?

Banishment--declared

Or

Disownment--executed?

What hurts more?...

Sorrow with you at its end

No, only sorrow

No you at its end!...

You are only at wit's end

Mine

You be happy! that's it

Fine...

She giggles with a digital camera

Showing landscapes

What about mine?

Does she see them?

No, certainly not...

The same word RID

She has got RID of me

I am still RIDDEN!

The word roots are different

All too different...

You are being clinical

I am, as always, messy

Throwing a coffee cup into the ashcan

You go away, unseeing

I see on, at your back

It is all about a missed encounter

Is it?...

I am not a man of nothing

I am least

Of least

But you are even unmaking

The least

The thus-far and the so-called

Unbreakable...

I brought your bag

Our bag-couples

You did not

Perhaps yours is torn

Forever

Apart

Unstrung

You have brought a new one

You are all too new

I am the old one, all the same!

But then the same bags given on the occasion

Forming a new couple?

Possibility?

Too little too late

Is it?

Is it ever late?

Ever little?

Forever?...

Green on your nails

I, all too green

"Green" and "dying"

As Dylan Thomas said

Invert LIVE

And you have EVIL!...

Could not see your eyes!

Seeing eyes

Eyes seeing me

Never to be again

Only mine, looking at the back of your eyes

Looking always at something else...

It is going to be

VERY

VERY

LONELY

Dearest,

But it will not be LONG

And that's the saving grace.