Don’t let me make you feel anything
I have lost you
Were my feet wet?
Did i give myself away?
The canyon lonely, this time of year
Our 1920’s Christmas ornaments -puncture
Stocking feet, worn
And a cap to shelter the memories.
(I have never been divorced, but I imagine this is what it could be. Depressed eating through a box of Ritz crackers. Buttery.)