When things are not looking up
I want to say ‘I’ve got you, babe’
When a half full red-dotted mug
Is filled with tears of regret
I want to be snuggled up
Held, cradled, and loved up
by you
The want is so bad, and the wait is so long
That when the world comes down
The hope is just a flicker of the wrong
Imagination that hasn’t turned out
Real. And so it dies, screaming,
Polluting with lots of blood
The pillows – aren’t they pretty?
And the final spinal thud
Makes me wake up not smitten
by you.
Missing
© Copyright: Зифа Садриева, 2010
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