I’m good at relationships
the trouble is
I have very little interest in such things –
being “attached”, “together”, “hitched”

it’s nice, has its advantages;
the companionship, the sex,
someone around to help me shop wisely,
console me, reassure me, stroke my ego

probably the thing I miss the most
are the breakfasts

memories of waking to the sound
of coffee beans being ground
the scent of eggs and bacon
wafting through the apartment

I would breathe deeply, smile,
and nuzzle into the pillow, and wait
then she would enter, cup of coffee in hand
a kiss good morning, and I welcomed the day

like I say, I have little interest in commitment
but if a woman promises me a good breakfast
I may stick around for a day
or two