Her curvy words were sexy,
lying sprawled on the page.
He shook his head and looked around but
all he could see was her.
Her words, so carelessly strewn along blue lines,
didn’t recognize him at all.

Frozen moonlight rustled silently
crinkling the carpet.
A yellow balloon
Tied to the tree beside his window
she had put it there once.
Their promises, so strong,
now lying as a shattered coffee cup
on the bathroom floor, covered in vodka and vomit.
The bleach with which he cleaned it was
too tempting.

Slowly now, he lifts his head.
Moonlight rests
like autumn leaves
against his leg.
A splash of water
catches the moonlight and
silhouettes the wall,
falling.
He laughed – shocked at his expression.
He threw his head back and laughed.
His own stupidity,
his own pathetic nature –
so comedic!

“She’s gone.”

The words
made laughs
choke on his tongue
his eyes open wide.
She danced around him
the more he reached for her
the less visible she appeared.
The tiredness came and
he moved away.