She left me.

She’s gone.

I thought of this

as I drank a cold lager

and realized

that after 12, I wasn’t drunk.

I wasn’t sad, or old.

My dreams with her,

ingested with indifference

in golden bubbles.

And when the suds

began leaking from my eyes

I remembered

I am immune to pain.

Like Mr. Simon said:

“An island never cries.”


One Response to “Immune”

  1. tony smith said

    Nathan, you are not an island. You are such a handsome, smart and spiritual man. Land somewhere. You will run your entire life and have nothing to show for it but “fun.” That is not what you want. From – a FB fan.

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