You spoke to me today.                                           
Like always, I smiled and nodded.  Laughed when it was           
appropriate.  Can you know how your smile drives like a          
knife through me.  So I look away when I can.                    
I spoke to your wife on the phone today.  I told her you         
weren't here. (a lie.)  She just laughed.  Said, "he             
probably went home to change."  I thought, she's a candle        
before your sun.  You know - SHE'S NOT EVEN PRETTY and the       
walls are better conversationalists.                             
I read your letter today.                                        
I know it wasn't adressed to me.  But it was right there,        
and when I saw your perfect signature at the bottom, I ran       
my fingers over it.  I read the words that you'd dictated        
for some skinny secretary and as my mouth tasted your words      
I felt near, almost obscenely close to you.