After work, I follow as she does <br />the shopping. I see that you still love <br />shrimp, and a plain green salad. <br /> <br />At the dry cleaner’s, her silky blue <br />dress has been inserted between <br />the black and navy shoulders of your suits. <br /> <br />She has a red Honda Civic, and I see myself <br />throwing rocks through the windshield, <br />or using her own car to run her down <br /> <br />as she emerges from the bakery with a heart- <br />shaped cake sculpted out of chocolate, <br />your favorite. <br /> <br />Instead, I go back to my new apartment on the lake <br />and watch two birds steady each other on the ice, <br />looking for grasses, while you drink red wine <br />and carry her to bed.<br /><br />Leah Browning<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/valentine-s-day-and-we-are-still-separated/
