Someone Else's Sorrow
I picture you in someone else’s room -
In bed - a stranger’s ceiling overhead,
Awake in the gloom; feeling unfulfilled,
Cheerless and chilled by secrets left unsaid.
You’re wearing your usual man costume –
A routine face; average arms for regular embrace:
The suit you assume (crustacean casing)
For slapdash debasing and slipshod disgrace.
Whilst I, sitting at a damp train station,
Feel hollow, entombed within someone else’s sorrow.
Pale sensation: a girl cups a limp pet,
And, brimming with regret, holds it tight till tomorrow.