“oh you have bipolar disorder too?!”

Without a kind word

or parting kiss,

She vanished

leaving me

as a martini soaked lover,

left to the cold,

concrete twilight.

By now her tears have rolled down her cheeks

and crested soft

feminine chin.

They shimmer opalescent under the city’s palette:

 Like lonesome Christmas traffic lights,

  the eerie haze of  Princeton orange from the corner lamp post.

the occasional, immaculate fluorescent front porch.

Blinding, Holy white.

I wonder if she knows

how many blocks my barefeet kissed

in the wake of her escape.

 My arms outstretched towards speeding vehicle,

flickering turn signal,  brake light horror.

I have no reason

for why she left so suddenly.

 But I wonder if the dark

makes her feel as alone,

as I do now.