the honeymoon

the honeymoon
is over.
the seat is up.
the dishes
in the sink.
shoes
are everywhere.
her long
hair
is clogging
the drain.
a stale half
sandwich
of tuna
is on the counter
being eaten
by the cat.
you remember so
long go, what
was it.
three weeks,
when there was bliss,
and now
we leave and say
things like
see you
when I see you,
without so
much as a hug,
or a kiss.