Thursday, 25 August 2011

Third wheel.

She lay between two duvets.
Legs still tacky from last night's

Ever tried to forget that she's up there
with her man
in the double bed above yours
in the arms of someone
unlike you?

She has a tissue in her hand
and her cheeks are wet.

She pressed music into her ears.
Volume still too loud from the afternoon's

It's hard to forget that you're resting
best as you can
in a double bed that's "spare"
borrowed from someone
but not yours.

She has a tendency to ignore it
and save it for later.

She watched the paint swirls on the ceiling.
Palms still raw from the evening's

Think it's time to forget you're labelled
in a double bed half empty
lacking that someone
all yours


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