nothing changes

you become rich
and famous.
almost overnight
after forty years
of writing.
suddenly
the mailbox
is full of adoration.
of checks,
you are applauded
when walking
down
the street, people
want to touch
your sleeve
and tell you that
they are not worthy
of knowing you.
but nothing changes.
you still
wake up alone.
drink coffee,
you wander
in the woods.
you wonder where
she is
as you drive the streets
at night.
nothing changes.
but you have
a very nice car now.