She's alone, robe
cleaved open, covering
just enough for security after such vulnerability
He's far away
bare assed, arm
draped over the bedside with no reservations
The mirror above
reflects night window—
no regret here, only disappointment under hotel lights.
Red velvet bed
sheet, woodgrain furnishing
don't match the outdated uneven wallpaper:
angular and awkward
in pastels. Ashtrays
go unused on the night table like the cigarette in her hand.
2/8/10
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