One Time Only

Caught in the grey dawn
forcing through your grimy window,
stare stunned at peeling wallpaper
and listen to you snore.

Last night,
kissed away the dream of love,
it sank into these sweat stained sheets,
will never breathe again.

No dreams here.

Your lips did not taste like wine.

You wake up,
roll over onto my hand
and stare at me vacantly,
fishing for my name.

i can still hear the echo of my past beliefs,
like children's voices in my head,
they whisper sweet relief
about love.

No romance or roses for me though.

Just weak tea,
a skin on top,
the bus fare home.