Morning After

Softest aftermath of sex

Is the morning after,

Awoken by notifications from her ex.

As she lays, unbothered asleep.

Her makeup has worn off,

She snores softly and slightly turns

I observe this most likely one - off

In great detail as the sun hits,

The pink bra tossed onto her lamp.

Her desk covered in perfume,

Books, cigarettes, and letter stamp.

Possible letters from her past lovers.

Now seeing her in daylight,

It's clear she has broken a few hearts.

If only they saw her now, they might

Take my eyes to treasure this mental image.

I'll never get this gorgeous girl's name.

It's too late to ask and it not be awkward.

I'll remember her laid topless, unashamed.

As a stranger laid next to her, in her own bed.

by; Tori Sheehan