Written as a woman

**I know you don't think we'll ever part.
But you will ..you will..you will.
You are a tinder box
I am dry kindling.
One day you will strike
And a spark will
burn me down.
Leaving only grey ashes.
You will find another girl.
One whose moods
do not swing with wine and smoke.
Whose eyes are clear and bright.
Not wet and red like mine.
She will not get into hangover rages
You will fall into her gentle softness
and her bed.
And I will return to
waking up in cloudy mornings.
With a lover
that does not even
know my name.