Woke up that morning with a hangover
From love the night before.
It had seemed so right
But now I could hardly face him
As we drank our coffee.
I said I had an early meeting
And hustled him out the door,
Giving him my number
And crumpling his in my purse.
I saw him crumple mine
Carelessly into his pocket.
We parted at the elevator
With the slightest kiss
On the cheek.
He won't call and neither will I.
And on the whole, I'm glad.
Author notes
Heartbreak
A contest entry
- Adult Valentine Memoirs for Fantasy World Group & AP by ennovy.
950 points, ended February 3, 2008, 13 entries
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Comments
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i like the way you describe love and the heartbreak. interesting. nice write!
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It's strange how things look different in the morning, isn't it? Perhaps the wine has something to do with it.
Anyway, it was probably for the best that things ended the way they did. If you can't stand each other in morning, any longevity is out of the question.
Nice write about a difficult subject, thanks so much for entering our contest.
Brazos
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You have done and very wonderful write about a couple that sees the heartbreak coming, sort of prepared for it. Thanks for the entering our contest.......
novy
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