I was ok before you came,
I was worse off after you left,

because you passed so quickly,
but you left behind the thunder of your heels,
the swift swing of your neck,

your mood-swings like the moon-tides,
like pollen in the spring air,
so pervasive, everywhere
like seaweed under the waves.

Back then it all made me sick,
but not now.
I’m more sick now than you are gone.
So very gone.

I have to chose my poison,
because it’s hard to be sick and lovesick on the same page.

Albert Rodriguez is an American writer. He received an Associate of Arts in Writing & Literature from Borough of Manhattan Community College. He is currently working on his first novel and other smaller writing projects. When he is not writing he works as a handyman repairing old Manhattan buildings. He lives in Brooklyn with his wife and kids.