OUT OF YOUR HEAD.

A WOMAN AND HER DEPRESSION

It's that feeling again,
that all is empty of meaning
feeling again. It came
all of a sudden like a

downpour of rain drenching
you with depression and
that emptiness inside.
He has gone out, gone

to the shops, out to see
friends, see that girl he
likes in the grocery store.
He doesn't think I know,

thinks it's his little peep show.
You made yourself a coffee,
came to lie on the bed,
gaze out the window,

but you stare at the wall
instead. You and he made
love on this bed last night,
more his idea than yours,

his urge to be satisfied, his
want to be sated. Now you
sit and gaze at your naked feet,
wiggle your toes. You recall

as a little girl doing that,
wiggle wiggle, pretending
they were little people come
to say hello. You wonder if

he has brought her here in
your bed, made love to her
where now you sit, you stare
at the bed and sheets, imagine

he has, her there her naked
butt lying, and her legs spread
for him. You shudder at the
mere thought, as if he would,

make love here with her, both
of them naked going it some
while you were out at work.
No it is just your mind and

the mood you are in. You sip
the coffee and stare at the bed,
but can't get him and her making
out, him and her, out of your head.