Every Bit Of Nothing Poem by Robert Rorabeck

How are you while you are not imagining me:
There you are with husband and children after the ferris
Wheels are taken down,
And my wife is in the bathroom where you used to
Fix your hair after we made love,
And the sports of winter are over,
And you are up there with those horses after
I have supposed a thousand songs for you—
Now he lays his brown body across the apiary that you
Once lost to me—
And your children coo indoors having no clue of
How you once shared every bit of nothing with me.