One for Mia, one for me

----Basta---

Do you remember that time

in El Corte Inglés

I crumpled,

coiled around sudden shock

waves of nausea

radiating from each mini-crest of pain.

You took me home

sent me to sleep;

single matress, cool, in your dark room.

You worried, when I woke,

that I shouldn't hear 'volare'

from the street

in case it should remind me too much

of him.

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------Woken------

Shattered

Dashed

& I can feel me

already

doing that thing

where I draw back

and close off

and shut down

and pretend I didn't even care

                       I didn't even hope

                       I didn't even just die

                                                        a little

                                                            tonight.

Just. One. Line.

Enough to read

                     a whole life

or rather,

                 two.

Neither mine.