Leftovers

The morning after
My body survives a hurricane
Of emotions
Spilling over and flooding
This disaster zone of a bed
I will not pretend
I remember everything
Half way through the night
The catastrophe knocks at my door
It has the sweetest smile
And I forget I am alone
Company has a price
And usually I have to pay
Over and over again
Fumbling for the lights
In the morning
I sweep his memory under my bed
Pretend I meant to not get his name
Salvaging myself
From another late night feeding

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