awoke alone
I woke up with no regret
To find next to my bed bread and a cigarette.
I found myself alone.
At home.
The house's a mess
And i'm just smoking... yes...
There was a note next to my head
Rite there on my bed.
I had to be somewhere today...
Missed that but it's ok
I surly made a bad impression
Yet there is an explanation...
I've been up most of the night
Thinking about what i should write
I really enjoyed this. There is a poetic nature to this, and it goes far beyond the words. The rhyming of 'cigarette' with 'regret' is very powerful, and it definitely evokes a certain type of awe and rumination. Well done, and thank you for sharing!
PS: If you are interested and have some spare time, I have some poetry on my blog too.
Thank you for the very nice comment. I will check out your blog and probably follow.