My heart has broken once again,
another man gone, I'm too much
woman for him I guess.
My face an unattractive mottled red,
nose running, eyes puffy and bloodshot.
I pass the hall mirror ignoring me.
Knuckles white with anger at this latest
desertion. Really? Tonight of all nights!
The table set for six, our collective children
were bringing the wine, ribs and coleslaw.
I've posted a note on the door:
"Go back home, it's over."
Nothing to explain, mine have heard
it before, not new to this despair.
Saddened by this sudden pain, I sink
into the depths of blue. In bed, I snuggle
into Egyptian cotton sheets. Something
to caress me, something tender.
I now have this space to myself, I can flail
and sob. Have nightmares or dreams
of things left unsaid, and those things
said that should have been silenced.
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2 comments:
You are a master of poems about sad and disastrous love!
And I wondered ... did she continue to cry, or did was she happy to no longer have to share the blankets ... or anything else. Great poem Liz, as always.
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