15 de Febrero

After it all

What's left are empty
bottles of wine
and your useless whine
spilled all over
my chinese rug

What's left is me
and a half
of what you was

You pour me some water
out of the tap
in one of those
cute little cups

disposable
just like our so called
love
just like everything else

Because
there is nothing left
that it's clean

untouched
unsaid
or undone

I
spoiled everything
we had
We spoiled everything
you ever had

There are only
two things that I am certain
about

Dusk
and
dawn