Morning After

Wake up
to the sound of the world turning
Birds singing
Leaves rustling
Lawn mowers

Life goes on

Roll out of bed
Head pounding
Heart aching

Time oozes by
and the remnants
of the night before remain
imprinted on the surface
embedded deep within
until night envelopes all
and the detached sleep of denial
returns once again

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