Poems From a Damned Man

Hungover

My head pounds

I look at the clock and regret last night.

The metallic taste of acid and blood lingers

As I try to wash the taste out of my mouth

With whatever acrid-smelling liquid that

Was on my nightstand.

I get out of bed and wobble to the bathroom,

The light burning my eyes.

The TV turns on and I think,

What the fuck did I do last night?

I relieve myself of what I think was

The longest piss on record.

Then it dawns on me,

Did the TV just turn on by its self?

I stumble back into my room

And on my bed I see a body that was sitting up right.

This body had a head, and on that head

Beautiful flowing golden hair.

She had awakened with my zombie shuffle to the bathroom.

I looked down and noticed that I was naked.

Not i-slept-in-my-boxers naked, but butt ass nude.

She was just in a shirt, one of my extremely large shirts.

Was she beautiful?

She was picture-perfect.

Lips the color of strawberries,

Her hair flowed like a golden river glistening in the moonlight.

Her skin deeply kissed by the skin.

Her eyes were a deep cobalt blue,

All I could do was blush, and try to hide an obvious erection.

The funny thing was, she wasn't surprised to see me.

I don't remember a thing from last night,

And now I thought I did good.

That's when her eyes went from the T.V. and straight to me.

Something was familiar about those eyes.

About the way she moved her hair out of her face,

Like she was telling me to come hither and do naughty things.

Or was it something different.

Like the warmth of a safe-haven in the middle of the storm.

Like I have been in those arms and want them wrapped around me right now.

Then she says it.

"What's the matter honey?"

Her voice was as if it was woven from the finest silk,

And the familiarity strikes me again.

This wasn't just a one-night-stand,

This was something more.

Then I remember, I felt the heavy ring on my third finger on my left hand.

I turn it with my thumb.

The only thing that I could muster to say was,

"Nothing. It's like I'm seeing you for the first time."

I smile and go to her, holding her tight.

It all comes back now.

The drunken haze of the night before lifts and I see our life.

A wonderful life with her.

Then I awake.

A dull throb in my head,

An acrid taste of vomit in my mouth.

The bed is empty and cold as I reach for something that's not there.

I shuffle out of bed and into the bathroom.

I look at myself,

A failure,

A has-been, and

An ignorant man stares back.

I splash water on my face.

And think about the dream.

Somehow I still feel the weight of the ring.

I had drank myself into a slumber

Thinking of her.

Thinking of how my life would have been.

She left me,

And she left a hole that I cannot fill.

I force myself back to sleep

To get rid of this love hangover.