SLIMMED DOWN VERSION

As we enter the New Year still groaning from the excesses of the past couple of weeks, it's perhaps a suitable moment to introduce a slender poem that has been pared down from a weighty and somewhat overwrought original. 
May my waistline follow its example.

 















MORNING AFTER

They lie entwined on an unmade bed,
whisper promises that won’t be kept,
leave not a thing unsaid
but say too much, afraid
love may have vanished while they slept.