‘Since you went to Mars’

by jamesbharris

I never really think of you
Since you went to Mars.
Easy, thinking less of you
Now you’re living there
Floating out the capsule,
Piping oxygen,
Doing all your shopping
At the arboreal forecourt.
A sales clerk turns and smiles at you,
‘Electric storms tonight.’
Me, I no longer really think of you,
Ignore you you could say,
Of course I sometimes miss you
But Mars is very far,
My old red-planet patriot, you’re
A long way from me now.