Breaking Up Poem by maria goodison

My bed is cold when your not there
my fingers and toes go numb.
Even the electric blanket does little
in keeping me warm.
The cups of tea taste wrong to me must
be the way I'm making them.
Our cat doesn't't play like he did, I believe that
he understands your not around anymore.
I can't seem to figure out this damn washing machine
it has a mind of its own.
Then I spot you across the street sitting in the cafe, joking
laughing and not missing me.
How unfair this Break up has been, me in sorrow you
unaware that I still exist.