Meretricious Rose
In the night I wake to find you
Not in bed, only a pillow, which I wetted it
Once, with tears of wrinkled time
Lingers silently, beside me
Oh God, not again, I thought
My sleepy round eyes try to search
In the stillness of the night, where they
Slowly deflating like a worn tire
I keep my fingers crossed that you’re
In the kitchen drinking ouzo, your favorite
Yet, my mind is bursting in paroxysm
Of unusual, silent rage
But then, I heard sound, a familiar music
Wafting out from the blue room
As I peer through the half-opened door
The dim light helped me see you, the real you
Lying, in contentment, with your admirer
Her eyes perfectly closed, and your soft falsetto
Makes her enjoy the warmness
Of your blood in the cold winter night
She has your smile, and she’s just like you
Full of secrets, but only not yet spoken
Why do I find, every time, without you near me
That I am this meretricious rose
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