Angela Khristin Brown After The Breakup
I woke up at 10 a.m.
I looked at the time
And turned over
Just to go back to sleep again
Time is dragging along
It's 1 p.m.
It seems so unrealistic
It takes time
To do the same routine
All over again
On borrowed time
2 pm,
Every hair on my skin
Caressed against the white warm sudsy water
The moisture of soap lather
Against my damp cold wet skin
Feels rejuvenated
Flossing my teeth seems so unconditional
Like all the money it took to have
Braces to straighten my smile
And you called me goofy
3 pm
Each thin bristle of my brush
Wrestled with the silver strands
Of my coiled grey hair
Tamed hair laying down
Some sticking out
Like a bush of cotton
The mornings you called me medusa
I rubbed oil to lubricate
My cracked dry old skin
Making it delicate to touch
At 4 pm
And I dress putting on
My long black, lace shirt gown
You bought me
Just to cover up sad painful depression
Memories of once was between us
Was a good thing
At 5 p.m.
It seems the days
Are getting longer…
Because everything reminds me of you
Movies like
One day at a time
Sleepless in Seattle
As good as it gets
When I think about you
Feeling lonely compensates
For lost time
I look forward to
The fresh brew of coffee
In the morning, at 6: 00 p.m.
Compensating for loss alibies
Forgotten memories of your last joke
Backwards in remission, your humor
Pacing in lapsed time
Its 7 pm
I am staring into empty space
Day dreaming of being with you…
It's now 8: 00 p.m.
And my mind is drifting
Into space
Into time
Into distance
Every moment of me
Wanting you in my life
I'm miserable without you
I shut my eyes and fall
In to deep deep sleep