Outcall

In a strange bed, she lies.
Her sighs
Real as the cries
On a fairground ride.

She
Can not decide
What to have for tea.

His eyes close
In the moment of release,
A brief surcease
From grief.

And she
Puts on her clothes,
And goes
Home for tea.

One day
She may
Look into a guys eyes
And find
Nothing behind.