he loves you, you know.i am gargling salt water with a sore throat

wiping the condensation ring off the coffee table

hoping it goes away,,

like the stench of his metal keys,

the ones from his home.

he has not been home in weeks 

and maybe thats because i am not there;

it is childs play,

taking bites out of big apples ,

enveloping streets down our throats.

he is eating up my absence,

the polluted, floral air.

i know he likes the taste.

so for the last time,

no,

he does not love me,,,this i know.

aand i still love him.

dont you know/?