She Drinks

She bathes by the twinkle
Of a tear and only at night ' she drinks

Her exhaustion, not his
The one was never meant to be

missing. Microfibres
lie with her now.

Alight with the wash of her wine
Heavy Rioja carves her a piece

Of light entertainment ' she laughs
Like an echo, runs over the soap

Sliding down her body and she thinks
Just once on another who would have handed her the towel

she reaches for.
Fingers loosen

Then she drinks