the night before last i went to a funeral
wearing the khaki skirt and thinking of
how the last time i wore the khaki skirt
it ended up crumpled on your bedroom floor
it was still crumpled and i ironed it with
the spray starch that you left behind
thinking of french cuffs, undoing your cufflinks
and the sheer joy of unbuttoning you
like christmas morning every single time

now i am drinking diet cherry coke and
derby day whiskey
which even i recognize as a travesty
that was the day you made reference to
next year's derby and i said without thinking
"what makes you think i'm going to put up with you that long?"
i knew this was coming
i knew but was never prepared
that night we had a horrible argument and now
for the life of me i can't remember what over

you are out doing god knows what and i am
reading a book i borrowed from you on memorial day
it's almost labor day and you are
long gone