Morning light falls softly
across her cheek,
a wisp of hair
follows the curve of her mouth,
soft now in sleep.
None of the vitriol of last night
when bottles smashed
and hearts were pierced.
The yellow glow
suffuses her olive skin
- she rolls in her dream.
Quite suddenly she blinks awake
- a crow caws harshly
in the garden.
A shadow passes across her face
as she remembers the slamming
of the house door
and the car door
and the roar as he left.
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