Eyes opened, disoriented, “what’s the time now?”
Somewhere out there, she’s probably sleeping; or not?
Head paining, like a million nails being hammered in,
How much and what was the drink last night?
Awareness slowly creeping, senses awakening,
And his question “did I take my clothes off?”
On the other side of the bed he turned and looked,
And in his head he said: “this doesn’t look so good.”
Out of bed to the bathroom, while flooded of last night’s events;
He told himself, “It’s probably best for her not to know” for the nth time.
“It was the alcohol” that’s you convincing yourself, bypassing your guilt.
But you know extremely well; this is your vicious cycle unrevealed yet.