poem~Pain in the Ass

Pain in the Ass

I thought of you
this morning when I
spilled coffee on my
rug.
If you hadn’t left me
I wouldn’t have gotten out of bed
so early – I could have been able to sleep.
Now the stain
in my livingroom
takes on your face,
lying there mocking me.

Nikki Lockhart

bohobedroom

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