Sick And Sane

Welcome
to the withdrawal
from the sickness some people
call love.
Common symptoms
(or so it would appear)
are hours of red eyes
(it's just allergies,
I swear!)
and cheesy
pointless
worthless
poems.
I've watched
five hours of television
without remembering one thing I've seen.
I'm sure that it's been
fantastic.
God's truth, I've had
at least twenty conversations
(and I don't remember
a
single
one)

I don't even miss you
(about as much as I didn't miss
my puppy we put down when
I was three years old)

But at least I'm getting better,
so you don't have to worry.
(Please, tell me that you're worried..)