wait until she leaves

wait until she leaves you

when you wake up to a life 
drenched in grief, limbs heavy
her scent still on your skin

the coloured-everything-and-then-left 
ache of her unloving, 
the absent presence of her

everywhere, every minute, 
her laughter, her warmth
her throaty, brazen whispers 

wait until you wake up 
feeling her hands on you and then
remember she is gone

the echoing emptiness
when the once-abundant waterfall 
of her love is still

and she is already far away, 
her ghost left behind to haunt you
with every heartbeat

then you will know what it is 
to be loved by a woman

you will weep