Hangover

Boats sail along the shore,

waiting for horizons,

to allow the sun to set.

Seagull screams break,

the ever-present silence,

and I wake up,

to the rain,

tapping against the window.

Red wine spilled,

on spotless white sheets,

conceal cake crumbs,

and empty tea cups in my bed.

The clock strikes twelve!

I find my shoes at the door,

but my heart still waits,

in the bed I slept in,

with you!

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