The party is done. 

Did you ever notice me? Watching you 

bring your chair back to your house.

A disposable fork swinging on the edge

Of my table, the cake you didn’t eat lingers

On the plate, like the red wine you spilled

On the floor, empty space branded.

I should clean up the mess

In my head, left from this endless winter night

But I leave it, I lie still where your chair was

Untouched, let the wine soak into my white skin.

I play your song on loop, it kills me 

In my body, rage takes over so I grab the cake

With my hands, spread it all over my face

Cover myself with another sweetness you didn’t want.

I stare at the disposable fork, unstable

On the edge, hopelessly fighting against gravity

A whisper in the air, imperceptible yet violent

Cause of the graceless fall.

It hits my face, plastic covered in saliva

Covered in your dna, I lick it taste it

I taste you, the closest our bodies will ever be 

Unwanted sweetness stabbed by plastic, it dies.

Eyes closed, cacophony of thoughts destroying 

My spleen, you eating cake while pouring wine

For someone not missing a chair.