The morning after

He woke in the morning

The first rays of sunshine hit his face

And he could still smell the scent and the trace of you

Did she love him or was he just simply being used.

Laying there among the crumpled sheets

He remembered her and her beauty,

She was so peaceful looking in her sleep

When he last saw her that night,

Before she decided, to get up and leave

And he now felt so lonely

Did this mean nothing?

Was it ever only. a one night fling

It tore him to pieces because he felt the sting

Of deep and tender loving and true meaning

But now he was feeling

The embarrassment if stupidity

Believing her intentions meant anything at all.

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