Only Love's Headstone

Empty bottles then
the letterbox rattles
and you leave the mail unread,
then pull the pillows back
over your head.
Pour a drink at 10am,
switch the news on and
pretend you care
about current affairs,
Then go back to bed.
Listen to the rain seeping
from the walls,
And the ghosts
creeping up the stairs.
Down the dregs
of last night's drinks,
and vaguely recall
the messages you sent,
when you were too hell-bent
On saying nothing at all.
Put on some smart clothes,
And feel OK.
Think about "that",
then put those thoughts away.
Drink some beer,
And drink some more,
And drink some whisky
before kicking around empty bottles.
Then kicking around the graveyard,
Then collapsing,
With your arms draped over,
Your only love's headstone.

And you cry, and wail
Till the lights come on
In the neighbourhood,
And everyone hears you,
but her.