You don’t often make time for self loathing
but today is a different type of day.
In the afternoon, you meet up with an ex lover’s ex best friend in London
here for the day on business.
Over a drink and, ‘it’s so good to see you after two years’
a) The wound is still sore.
b) Your ex lied and cheated, often.
c) The ‘friend’ finds you beautiful.
You enjoy the last fact. The other two are burning a hole in your throat
but you enjoy the last fact until, five glasses of wine later,
they miss their flight
and you wind up together in a hotel bed with starched sheets.
So it happens,
(as things do)
and in the end everything just feels a little stale
and, mostly, you just feel like the tissue paper
in the bin or the half cup of water
or the do not disturb sign
and you both say ‘bye without kissing,
the hug is a useless lie,
they get a later flight. You catch the night bus home.