Poem #4 of 31 - We Are Not Alone (Pt. 0)

I would like to workshop this one & its succeeding parts at some point. I dont' know when though. Enjoy...

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We Are Not Alone

The lilies are still in the vase
Though they are dry now
The vase is still on the nightstand, surrounded by empty condom wrappers & beer bottles
The orange candle, once majestic & proud, still stands - barely
Melted into a roundish, mishappen shadow of its former self
Everything is still here. Just as you left it. Last night.

This morning, I awoke from an uneasy sleep
To the incessant beeping of the alarm.
The gossamer threads of your scent still hung heavy in the air, the way spiderwebs do
Strung between the solid objects of the room, and in the corners.

I arose from the bed, to check myself in the mirror
I found the tears were still painted on my face
Threatening to become tattoos -
A permanent reminder that we are not alone.

There is a strong brew in the air
Did you take the time to start the coffee before you left?
The faint odor of butter placed in an overheated pan.
My how it must have smoked & browned when the dairy touched that hot cast iron
These are memories; nothing more


(to be continued...)