It Wasn't Nice to Break-Up On Christmas Eve

Today is better,
I'm still tripping over your shoes,
except when I go to yell you're not there.
And it's nice.
I shaved my head
and it was nice
not to have someone ask me
if it was totally necessary.
I slept with my books and my ashtray on my bed
and still had enough room to sprawl and stretch.
I slept more than four hours
and had no fear of who I was going to deal with in the morning.
and it was nice.
I took an emergency shower to clear my head,
you didn't follow or interrupt
or ask me what I was feeling or thought.
I could breathe in my pain and relax into it
all the water hitting me in the back
instead of lodging myself in the corner,
wet and cold.
it was nice.
I feel nice.
So thank you.
♠ ♠ ♠
I had to smoke my good-bye joint to get into bed with you.
No offense to you.