The cat cries
and a baby whines
I’m sat
sullen still
seething with crashed
daydreams
you held, tore
with such vigour.
In a couple of hours
you’ll be sorry
silent treatment no more
held hands
half-heartedly
an apology I want
you to swallow
to lodge in your throat
as you still draw breath
and do not worry
whilst I contemplate
life before and after
commitment, cold pillows
and hollow laughter,
and leaving you?
An itch to scratch
until sleep comes
and today fades
into tomorrow
a good morning
I love you.
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WP #2 – an itch to scratch
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