The merry hours passed like minutes
and the last guests shuffle out the door.
Waving goodbyes at me and my house
and the drinks and the fun and the mess.
and the buzz is evaporating like a puddle
on hot tarmac. And my stomach sinks,
I can hear the crickets and the whirring air conditioner.
I stand there for a good ten minutes
with my red plastic cup in hand.
and the pit inside me is deeper and wider,
and now it is empty but for the beer.
I pour the rest of my drink down the sink,
and wash my hands twice to be sure.
apart from the ants on the leftover pizza
that found their way under my skin.
I collect crushed cans that they left behind
like how they left me empty here.
but the two pills didn’t dampen the fear
or the silence that screams when I cover my ears.