Trickles…
wet white water
stained.
Sticky smelly sweat
stains
the armpits of your once pretty shirt,
worn out by rubbing fingers.
You see her words floating
idly
in the midst of the breeze,
in the darkness enclosing where you stand.
Your hopes for a sweet night
are shattered like glass,
beyond salvage.
Painfully,
your heart squeezes
on its own,
threatening to fail.
How did you not know?
How could you have known?
Her unhappiness
tucked beneath the soft curve
of her sensuous lips.
Is she really leaving-
suddenly
without prior warning?
Will you really be living-
When she’s gone
And joy leaves you?