This Sofa

I am sitting on this sofa
Waiting to go to work.
Waiting for my ride,
From quite possibly
The only woman
I've ever loved and hated.

Sitting on this sofa,
I fell in love with her.
With her kids,
With her life,
Her aspirations, ambitions.

On this sofa,
After eighteen months of dreaming
I made my move.
I kissed the sweetest lips
I've ever tasted,
Covered beautifully soft
Patches of skin
With longing.

Last time I was
On this sofa,
At this time of the morning,
I was grinning from ear to ear,
After my dreams came true.
Hungover as all hell,
And relishing every twinge,
Nausea, and pain.

On this sofa,
I watched her fall in love,
With my best friend,
Spend Christmas with,
Carve a new life with.

Now, it is too bloody early,
For any reasonable person
To be up and about,
Let alone on the dream woman's sofa,
While she kisses my best friend goodbye,
And we go to work.