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


the red silk pajamas that I had given you

a mere week ago


in candlelight


the puddle next to me

was violent scarlet


against the bleached white sheet

like a slowly spreading bloodstain


…the last relic of our severed love