The morning after
After the late dinner,
After the early desert.
After the “I love you more than anyone”.
After the trip to the house.
After ripping of the blouse.
After both of us aroused.
After the love making on the couch.
After the long night.
After the morning’s light.
Why am I the only one awake?
Why am I the one walking away?
If this love is so great,
why am I the one taking the walk of shame?
(2013)
