Poetry Friday 14

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Poetry Friday just keeps on going. 

The Gym

Gym on a whim,

a work out

till I cry out,

stop this nonsense!

And then go home,

Never to return.

Aliens

Do aliens watch me

Sleep,

Observe my

dreams,

monitor my

snoring?

Do they watch me

toss

and turn, turn

and toss

as insomnia takes over.

Do they watch the duvet

dance

off, on, off then on again?

Do they look away as I

patter to the loo, respecting

my privacy?

Or

do I stare into this midnight space

alone?

Perfume

The scent of your perfume

hangs in the air and

caresses my pillow

like a goodbye note.

Sickly sweet,

annoying,

cloying,

sticking in my throat

yet stabbing

at my heart.

Heartache.

She left me on a Tuesday,

And I started eating,

to help soothe my brain.

Curry for breakfast,

pizza for lunch,

KFC for tea.

Wednesday

she came to get her things,

I drank the wine, the whiskey, the gin,

then fish and chips

with extra mushy peas.

On Thursday, I heard she’d moved in with Jeff.

Cake, ice cream

and chocolate digestives.

On Friday the pain was so bad,

I went to the doctor.

“Help me mend this broken heart.”

“That’s not heartache,” she said, 
“that's indigestion.”

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