Melancholy 1

Melancholy On an impulse I went to see my daughter, who lives in a hilly town with bad roads. My ex girlfriend walked in, she is an unfinished love story, sun tanned and beautiful, but she had been drinking, and didn’t see me. She wanted to drink some more, people tried to stop, her, she shrugged them off, unsteadily walked out to find a tavern or two. Later that evening I booked into a hotel and could hear her tipsy laughter in the bar. I didn’t join the set, but went up to my room. It turned out she had a room next to mine and later I endured her having sex with a man she had picked up somewhere. Met her in the breakfast room next morning, her casual lover had long since gone and she appeared glad to see me. We chatted about the old days, held hands and her eyes were sea green. We made love in my bed, she was warm and giving as always; tremor in her hands she had a whisky and fell asleep in my arms.