crux.

who calls so loudly?

I loved you for half a year but the morning light is a crazy thing; 

the headache and the quiet feet 

on different floors than the ones we wept on.  

I don't remember your middle name 

until I see it written down. 

but oh! the brilliant way your eyelids; 

slung half open when you're drunk; 

and everyone everywhere knows nor cares what we're babbling about. 

hands in the air, nothings missing but the two of us. 

this room is big, 

I like the way the floor feels beneath my loud feet 

but the morning light! 

she left on a Sunday, 

a weak hug, 

a glance at the new floors, 

pappa-mummy-me. 

women! 

like Sunday mornings, 

digging for cigarette butts and kicking myself.

Author's Note

pre'y damn good.

Reviews

[E.Gleaves]

Very original. Free Verse was a great choice of form for this poem it represents how unpredictable women can be lol. I'm probably going to get some hate mail for that comment but it doesn't make it less true

[Linear]

I concur..........It's very good, I would format it though, just to make it pleasing to the eye, and of course make it easier for your readers (people like me) to understand.......No BS I like this poem :O]