The Following Morning

ah, how cruel life can be when the roll-over produces that delicate shame produced in the morning when the night is barely remembered but the person the night was shared with lays there, still asleep, still unaware of your own newfound conclusions--- so how did it get to this point? how ridiculous was the idea that two people who 5 seconds ago were at each other’s throats & then, wam, bam, what a’ sham when the whole thing in retrospect has simply thrown fuel on the fire & oh, how it will burn--- yes, it’s gonna burn when s/he wakes up & sees the look on your face, no doubt s/he is probably laying there at the exact same instant fake-sleeping with eyes closed & full of a dramatic wellspring which has no possibility of solace, no bring back together of two world’s that had gone astray “but were meant for each other,” no, the lie had been cast last night & now the consequences get to stroll in & sit down across from the both of you competing in a chucklefest until their heads pop off like daisies.