Sore head
Crumpled sheets
The moments before the mind kicks in
The morning after and she turns suddenly
Reaching for her phone
Drunken messages sent after midnight
After downing two bottles of the best red
Oh how cruel can we be to ourselves
Tears fall
There were no words in reply
She was no more to him
How someone could love so powerfully
Then fall away silently
Was something she neither understood nor accepted
She is moving through her grief and turns holding onto memories
Before they too crumble away
Leaving her void of emotion until another foolish Wimb beckons her
She inspects her own fury which is building up in her heart
How dare he wring her out like some used up dish cloth
She pulls her body up heavily
There's nothing that coffee won't fix
Or at least this is what she will tell her frazzled mind
It's going to be a long hungover day
The sun is shining outside
She will curl up and wait for a reply
Always waiting
She holds back
Acceptance and denial all in one breathe