Alone
In her head
She plays with her phone.
Another strange bed.
She gives no discount
To those who drink at the fount
Of her “love”.
“There is no god above”
He thinks as he takes a sup
From another empty cup
Brimful of forget
Regret
Ad infinitum.
Just another item
On his bucket list.
K Morris - Poet 
This packs a punch, Kevin.
Thank you, Robbie. I’m pleased you think so. Best – Kevin