Tea 4 1

Tonight I’ll sip my tea alone
I’ll smoke my cigarettes alone
I’ll break down and be alone 
Alone.

I am tired of holding my head high
Grinning and keeping a brave face
I do it when my daughter is there
And maybe that’s wrong. That’s probably wrong.
Or maybe, it’s just as well.
What sobby, sorry hell
This is. She doesn’t need to see it. 

But when I am alone
I won’t grin, keep a brave face
I’ll just lie on the couch
Let my heart sink
Deep into its own abyss. 

Or maybe I’ll cook okra with onions.
 
And this
Is the poem’s last line.