Lover of Mine

New morning.
Hunting for a stocking
half an hour
before the dawn.
The night has vanished,
the details sketchy –
your name, uncertain
my mind a blank.

Why do I do this?
How did this happen?
Its not the first time
and I fear the last.
I have to face it –
The tragic truth is,
Ive been in hell
ever since you left.

No time for coffee.
No conversation.
Must call a taxi.
It starts to rain.
Grey smear of sunrise,
my head is pounding
how will I stop this
and make me sane?