Shattered glass lay shimmering across the floor,

Water and roses neighbor every

Mistake found in piece

After piece

Of glass.

 

Wooden panels, side by side,

Creak under soft footsteps.

A bottle of wine,

Emptied,

Sits on the window sill.

 

On the kitchen counter

A spoon rests besides a mug,

Lipstick stains the side.

Coffee filters strewn on the granite,

Falter in the soft breeze.

A window is cracked open slightly.

Sunlight hits the curtains in the corner,

They sway

Inch by inch.

 

On the side table

An ash tray sits idly,

Embers dusting the interior.

A clock stands still.

Below

A dress shirt,

Tick

Belt,

Tock

Blouse,

Tick

Skirt,

Tock

Jeans,

Tick

Heels,

Tock

Bra,

Tick.

Are scattered across the neighboring carpet.

 

A young man sleeps

Stretched out among the mess

His arms and legs victim to the cool breeze;

Torso and chest sheltered by

A blanket.

 

Tissues are crumpled,

White stained with black

Dispersed

Between wooden panels and

Soft carpet-

The countertop,

Tabletop,

The leather couch.

 

The door is locked,

And the lights are off

But this room is very much awake.