on a thursday night alone in a room

sometimes

having a woman

you hate

in bed

next to you

is better

than an empty pillow

 

you drink

 

for both

their absence

and their presence

 

but sometimes

the nite

and your room

echo a little less

when there

is another body in the room

 

when she lays

on you

she may be

your shield

against the world

or

the last weight

that crushes

you

 

but she is there

and you are there

and that is better

than being

nowhere

alone

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