The morning after

I can only imagine that you fell
asleep on the sofa, bolt upright,
clenched paper tissues holding your hand.
Waking in the dark, too
bewildered not to zombie-walk to bed
to lie awake, watching for dawn, in
serious doubt whether the
sun will ever rise again. Waking
in the pale light, it seems
almost rude that the world should
turn on its axis to another day without
even pausing for a moment
of apology.

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