New Year’s Eve

 

I woke this morning to comfort you

from the awful fight we had in the night

you without sleep

you without your medication

and I still trembling

from the hurts we made

 

before my glued eyes could open

I felt my hand upon something

warm and satin smooth

warm and smooth

as the body that had just

molted

the red silk pajamas that I had given you

a mere week ago

 

in candlelight

 

the puddle next to me

was violent scarlet

spilt

against the bleached white sheet

like a slowly spreading bloodstain

 

…the last relic of our severed love