The Quitters

I’ve broken up
You can tell, can’t you?
I’ve got the look of the broken-hearted
That green, burger king lettuce fresh look
My feet itch
These itchy, twitchy restless feet
Maybe I should take up yoga?
Do we have any committed in tonight?
What about the broken and bittered?
I much prefer you guys,
To stick with it no matter how sick it’s making you
I salute that.
Would you like to know how I left?
Would you like my legal advice?
Here it is:
Don’t think about it.
Dwell not on that pillow to your left
Lying there unrequited
In need of a mint
As the two of you stare spent, face to face in the eiderdown
Don’t think about that
Avoid people who hope
Avoid people who look like they hope
Avoid people who look fool enough to hope
Avoid people.