Sunlight creeping into my room
Stabbed at my weary eyes stubbornly squeezed shut,
Afraid to look upon the new day
And be reminded.....
I've lost her.
Reason takes hold of depression's hand
And with deft fingers prises open my eyelids.
They blink in pain though never more
Than in my heart.
And my mind just has to say again....
I've lost her.
Rolling onto my side to fight the ill effects
From the forty-eight hours of booze
That served as an anaesthetic.....hic.
In my gagged ignorance of pride
I don't know how,
I don't know why,
But I've lost her.
(before anyone asks this is ancient history,
It's a very old poem of mine I dug out today.)
