From the collection Catch Up With Summer, published summer 2015.
Well, so you told me your troubles.
You met that woman in February.
Sold your furniture and gave up your apartment in March.
Broke up with that woman and moved out in July.
Well, you old fool,
and I mean it,
you’re seventy-five if you’re a day,
someone your age should know better. My goodness.
Still, I see you’re heartbroken,
shuffling your feet and looking down,
so I tell you what I always say
It wasn’t meant to be
I am so sorry
You’ll meet someone else.
Although I wonder because
At your age you could drop dead at any time.
don’t sell your furniture.