An insult escapes her quivering lips,
spreading my heart
like a surfer falling beneath a frozen lake;
she suffocates the passion
from my lungs.
She’d been walking on thin ice with me.
No stiff drink could take the blame for her words,
not this time.
I’m sweating the withdrawal
through the night, lacking her kisses.
The day wakes me with light lingering between
the shades.
I’m better off alone.
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