Afterthoughts After Loving

Hello friend.

It has been a while since I've posted any poetry on here. Muse was out on vacation somewhere, but I can feel it calling out my name again ;)

Hope you enjoy this shorty - Afterthoughts After Loving...

The morning after

is the darkest of them all

The coming of solitude

and swallowing the heavy hard lump of regret -

scratching the sides of my throat

as it makes its way down

where it will sit with me all afternoon...

until your next phone call.

In the mirror

I see you

in pieces still clinging to the corners of my mouth

D r y

this

is

the

start

of scraping off the afterthoughts.