I waited for you
Till midnight
The phone
Never rang
Last sound I heard
Was sound of rain
At six
In the morning
You crawled
In our marital bed
And whispered
Another lie
‘You are my world’
Your cold body
Smelled
Of ardent spirits, opiate
And high-priced perfume
Of unknown woman
I placed my hand
On my chest, thinking
Is there any space left
To stow another
Inflicted wound
In my jaded heart
And face uncertainty
Of a new day
(C) Dinka Bednjacic
Written, 08. 11. 2019
From ( the other side of life )