Poem #2,693 | On waking alone

On waking alone –
it could
be work or being cheated
on –
auld pattens that feel
auld ways into these days
of less near interruptions
by others –
Records of our
time aren’t kept by lovers
for long –
only in us sits all
that filed-by stuff –
Littered
in a skip unread reasons &
kissed envelopes –
A week
is a week as before & as it
will come –
time hangings