taxicab

heart

and

head.

one of which,

i'm ashamed to say,

drove me back

through the night

in a taxi-cab

to your bed.

and further still,

the day after

with sickness in the head

i fought back the tears

that sustained me through the day

(then we ended up in your bed.)

with a large umbrella

and an oversized jumper

you packed me off into the rain.

 

i hate the walk of shame.

 

he says; ignore the heart

go against it's fatal elaborations

i know you.

yes, yes you do.

Reviews

[Lunar Lightning]

It was nicely written, but I think the points could be more clear.

Luna

[Emily B]

such a stunning set of memories, confessing all, beautiful work