Wet, Like Wool

She slept naked
that night,
so in the morning
it would feel
as though she'd been
with her lover

She felt dull,
and distant,
instead,
and the cold
surrounded her,
wet, like wool

It stuck,
heavy,
in clumps to her
back, and sloping shoulders,
pulling them down

So, she stood,
her cold, bare legs,
one just next to the other,
staring

And she could never forget,
never forget,
the color
of her lover's eyes,
or the wave
of her hair,

Or the nights
the shadows slid
from wall to wall.