Today I am trying

not to think about your

orange juice and gin

 

floor that I said I would try

to clean. I’m so sorry

that it will still be sticky

 

when you come back. I tried

not to smell your sheets 

that morning, because I knew

 

that you stopped trying

to do your laundry and water 

your plants. You’re so sorry

 

that you’re leaving, but you are trying

to get better. I’m so sorry

I didn’t ask how bad it was

 

when I came over. Today, I am crying

because I think you’re probably trying

to fuck someone else

 

while I take a long walk, trying

not to think about you.