She washed away the stale taste of alcohol
with toothpaste and mouthwash.
She smothered her lips with lip balm
and wore scarfs “for the cold”
with makeup to conceal her eyebags.
But it was just that: cover up.
The memories couldn’t be hidden;
her mind whirled with their dancing,
her body clung to his scent of cigarettes,
their conversations followed her.
Her eyes drooped and, behind them,
the scenes were replayed.
And no toothpaste, mouthwash,
lip balm, scarves or make up
could take those away.