By CharlesAlbano@webtv.net
Date: 25 March 1998

Sometimes

              SOMETIMES

Sometimes, 
on days I'm feeling mellow
I look for traces of you,
on my apartment steps
hoping to detect 
a lingering trace of your perfume,
or something welcomely out of place
to tell me you have visited.
In my most secreted imaginings
you wait to greet me
upstairs.
Still, in my mind's eye,
I go to my room,
and try to put you out,
to show I don't need you,
but I don't do it well,
not even in fantasy.
This night will be like the others.
I change, leave my room
and walk the streets
into the early morning hours,
a vagrant 
wondering why you don't love me anymore.