Drops of Regret

She held it over her mouth
Stubbornness
She knew it was stupid
Her mouth open
And through it the liquid of desperation
Slowly sliding through her throat
Rolling and Curving
Towards her heart

It's late night now,
Nothing can be undone
From one side to the other
Tipsy, drowsy, sad
She tries to help,
Picks something up from the floor,
Looks at him.

She had no idea ,
But she felt something wrong.
She tries to talk,
It doesn't help.
Famous, over-used sentences,
Coming out of him,
Like poisonous arrows.

She stands, and awaits,
Lights off,
Time to leave,
Time to talk,
Or better be quiet.

The liquid starts to make its way,
Up, mind, brain, damage.
She tries to explain and make sense
Coherence, incoherent

She, guilty, talks, and talks
Like an open book she never was
She will never be
In the real world
Of her quotidian life

And after the first blink,
The end of a moment,
The start of another,
It became to easy.
Too simple,
At least for one night.

The morning after is of guilt, and sharp pain
The morning after is the pill that will strengthen
The thin line of something that shouldn't be label
The morning after…
Forgiven, Forgotten, Forsaken