I’ll Get Over You, Quickly

This I’ll confess---
the scent of your body
will dull my cologne.

While people walk,
loving, passionate;
I’ll be muted.

blunted
by the lingering
perfume of your body;

all over your absence,
making me absent,
and all but crazy.

haunting me,
making my
every day without you,

a tailor-made
Halloween.

But my every day,
will last no longer
than a day (maybe two);

cause I’ll get over you,
very quickly.

While strangers stroll,
laughing, sipping lattes,

I’ll sit inside coffee shops,
as the ghost of your frame
coasts by;

and your disposability
will turn to me, giving me

the angles of your familiar eyes;
the straight-forward-kiss eyes;

the waking-in-my-bed eyes;
the walking-up-my-block eyes;

all seen; as your
repelled arms
turn to me,

to wrap me
around the phantom
of your operas;

I’ll feel your
false comfort; captured
by the facade;

making me vacant
and all but crazy.

for a day (maybe two)

haunting me,
making up to 48 hours
without you,

a ready-made
straightjacket.

I’ll give myself to nothing;
I’ll do you
that honor,

I’ll lay in full flesh,
untrembling bones;

grasping for the
dwindling perfume
scents of your body;

captured in the fabrics
of my sheets;

to encode them,
one by one;

then dispose of them,
in my miserable fun.

all over your absence,
making you
all my craze;

but for no more
than two days;

While people sleep,
cuddled, clinging;

I’ll be awake;

Until I dusk my selves off;
As I brush your selves off;

cause you’ll linger
so indivisibly;

like the dead flowers of love;
but with less spine;

I’ve dealt with your kind,

this I’ll confess;
I give you two days, best;

making you all
the craze,

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