A Week or Month Later

Well, the mailbox is empty!!
- I mean, no letters!!
but it's full of bills and meanness advertisement.

Dirty dishes, wet coffee powder
and cigarette roaches are floating on water in the sink.
The freezer is sharing its space with cold air
And cooling down a couple of cheap beers.

Countless and disgusting
fare stains dye the kitchen floor.
Dirty clothes scattered on the sofa,
another handful hanging on the couch.
The bath's water-pipe is clogged up
by blond long yarn hair.
It seams that no one has been here for awhile.
Maybe for a week or two,
Maybe even for a month.
I guess that she was the last one.
I still can remember it,
but I can't figure when it was.
Maybe I lost my sense of time
like I used to
when we were
together.