The Aftermath

The aftermath
Standing on the front porch
Crisp November evening
the temperature of my soul growing colder
Watching the car pull away
And all I'm thinking
Is this crushing heartache
Worth the momentary joy
people would suggest i savor the moment
but this is what i compare the moment to
the excitement of winning
a dollar on a scratch off lottery ticket
that i just paid a dollar for
breaking even in monetary terms
better than losing i suppose
but when it comes to the economy of emotions
the finances of love
i'm deep into the red
bankrupt, impoverished
my heart, indigent