and to think
that right then

I could be waking up in
some strange woman's bed
confused
&
overflowing with self-loathing

the empty words
bouncing back and forth
or
the chill of the morning air
as I searched for the warmth that wasn't there

no kiss goodbye
no real regard

with the drive back to life
spent too much in my head

in some ways I envy those
who can act
without
feeling

But in more ways I'm grateful
I'm only capable
of real
human connection