November Wine

I crawl into the cold sheets with my red heated cheeks

The wine warming throughout my body

I pray to a god I’m not sure I still believe in

Trying to makes sense of why he left and your here

Letting go of my insecurities of how you still love her

Yet I’m laying next to you with wool socks

She’s there and I’m here.

He’s with her And your here

I throw the socks and sheets off

A heat beyond the wine

My stomach sick from the heat

My socks scattered on the floor


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