The Morning After:

Lewis Carter is in the final year of his combined honours degree in English Language and Literature.

This morning: abandoned

clothes thrown in the corner, unwanted

laddered tights, stained shirts,

that towel you used after

 

the shower - half-empty

bottle of your shampoo, lingering

scent of your skin, your hair

swirled in the plug-hole, awaiting

 

hot water - for one; tea

remains in your unwashed cup, preserved

crumbs from your croissant

still on the lip where your lip

 

lay - the night before:

side by side, sharing warmth;

sharing dreams, in the dark

of the mourning to come