The Grass is Blue by Norah Jones

outreach

gratitude and
cold blue

animosity

(your speech)
leaves me speechless

i

wake up haunted by
my own self,
still
singing

"you are my sunshine"
(the sad version)
to myself

with

one little tear
snaking

down the shallow side
of my
cheek

to land like gangrene
on my pillow.

that's how
you do it

when

you wake up alone
every morning
for

twenty-six years.
you

say thank you,
and

then you swim away...