You did not imagine rising in the dark, 
slipping on the hardwood, falling.
You must have tripped over the book
you were reading before you slept
or was it your wobbly ankle?

You did not know how alone you would feel
sprawled at the side of the bed,
how you would elbow yourself to the phone,
your face already swelling.

Like that day your friend,
you thought her your friend,
said what she had to say.

That sudden, that cruel.