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
of scraping off the afterthoughts.