Lipstick Stains

You come back home,
these days,
with lipstick stains
and cigarette smoke
You drag your feet home…
with your knotted brow,
there is whiskey on your breath,
I have felt
someone’s perfume at your neck;

does she hold you close?
does she make you laugh?
Does she ignite you with her kisses?

Am I the only fool to think,
this bond is vital?
Gut check says,
heartbreak is knocking
my heart is breaking.

In the end,
my tears are meaningless,
you have reduced me to bits
And…I hope she was worth it.

© soulreserve 2015

(For poetryriot prompt ‘Gut Check’)

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