working girl

sometimes
you have to work at the things you love
like i had to work
at loving you.
i don't anymore
work at it, that is.
but
once in awhile
that dense feeling
weighs itself on my chest.
and quite frankly
i'm not sure
what i have to do
to make it go away.
i've already felt the anger
i've already felt the hurt.
and you're already a stranger.
excuse me, sir,
but you're stepping on my chest.