Pig Pen

I plopped my bottom down

on the edge of bed,

knowing a cry was coming.

I sat that way

long enough for my drink

to turn into a gin & water.

And then,

like melted ice,

my eyes welled up

and my face flushed

beneath a downpour

of salty sobbing.

I sat that way

for awhile,

minesweeping reasons

for weeping-

discovering none.

Backward, I reposed

with arms outstretched,

hoping for someone

to hold me..

"Psst! Hey Mick!"

...

I wiped my eyes

to the surprise

of an upside down Hedwig

hovering above me.

...

"What'ya cryin' for, dope?"

...

Lonely is the fool

who dies beneath the eyes

of a stuffed pig.