Morning’s cold blue
Creeps through shades
Dulled spoon crusts
Ben and Jerry’s
barren vase
dust buries
his black shoes
missing
my polished shoes
his scuffs

“Obsession”
Tickles my nose
last birthday gift
He accepted
With an eye roll.
As some blond waif
pushes out
some surgeon’s
plastic artwork
Compliments
My cologne


New skirt flies up,
blossoms
Magical hand flick,
My skirt bloomed open
just for him
Twirled out
Colors melding
My hand reaches
For his…

stranger’s bed
Awake
returned home.
Beer bottles clink
New photo-album
gathers dust.
Stranger’s fresh bruises
Didn’t sleep alone last night
Slept with his back to me
Warm tears stroke my eyes closed
Loneliness ebbs

New morning comes