DAYS WITHOUT YOU III

(1)

I have torn out my hair

and squeezed humour out of my eyeballs.

I have rearranged the furniture

vertically rather than horizontally

and I have done damage to parts of my body that I'd long forgotten

tools I hope to soon forget.

Existence is irrelevant

and eternity absurd.

It has been an awful awful waste of time

I've spent without you

and if the next twenty minutes are as bad as the last,

I don't know if I will make it.