This is selfish of me, but
I am a selfish man.
Just this once,
Allow me to be selfish.
What was once the striking of
the clock at 5 in the evening
Is now a condemnation
Of every moment I enjoyed with you
Your shadows linger in the grass,
On the benches,
Along the roads,
And, if you look closely, in my heart
I wish you well, and I hope you love deeply
But this is my poem
Please, allow me to be selfish
Please, let me stop thinking about you.
So, how's the weather?