Waking up with a wail
In my heart:
He left me.
He went to Madrid
And he chose someone else.
Why are mornings the worst time of day?
In fact at first, I’m OK.
I’ve slept, at least, no terrible dreams,
Then gradually it sinks in.
Rejection, regret;
Should I have said yes?
Would things have been different?
...Most of the time, I’m actually fine.
But if he ever reads this,
He’ll think I’m obsessed
With a stranger I felt close to
Who asked me to go to Madrid
And I didn’t.
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