The morning after

 

 

So we had a great party but the morning after she could hardly get out of bed. After some tea and aspirin she fell back to sleep so I decided to write her this little poem while she was sleeping.

 
 

 

I can't lie still

I toss and turn

I stagger from the bed

What the hell is wrong with me

The throbbing in my head

 

I crush the pillow to my head

I suffocate the hurt

My head aches more

My eyes are fogged

I lie and keep inert

 

And while the aching grows in me

A gentle man appears

With aspirin

And great green tea

The pain replaced by dreams