i woke up today in a dark blue funk.
 wrote lots of insanely angsty poetry
  decrying my broken soul
   and waiting for her
    to call.
see?  even now i can't stop it.
 anyway, she leaves today
  for vermont.
   i'm crossing my fingers
    hoping
     to hear her?
      to see her once
       more before she
        goes?
i don't think it will happen.
 i'm a pitiful love-sick sop.
  all the ecstasies of the week's
   far beginning
    are seeming
     unreal
  i must have imagined it all.
back to the wave-trough.
 memories of
  its crest
   slipping
    out of my
     tight-clenched
      hands.

 --s