Meretricious Rose

In the night I wake to find you Not in bed, only a pillow, which I wetted it Once, with tears of wrinkled time Lingers silently, beside me Oh God, not again, I thought My sleepy round eyes try to search In the stillness of the night, where they Slowly deflating like a worn tire I keep my fingers crossed that you’re In the kitchen drinking ouzo, your favorite Yet, my mind is bursting in paroxysm Of unusual, silent rage But then, I heard sound, a familiar music Wafting out from the blue room As I peer through the half-opened door The dim light helped me see you, the real you Lying, in contentment, with your admirer Her eyes perfectly closed, and your soft falsetto Makes her enjoy the warmness Of your blood in the cold winter night She has your smile, and she’s just like you Full of secrets, but only not yet spoken Why do I find, every time, without you near me That I am this meretricious rose