Voyeur

Lipstick-rimmed wine glass sits on my night-stand obtrusive shade of pink My head punds away amidst these new thoughts. Never recall faces or names Nor the times shared that led us here. I record smells, they stay with me Still can't put a name or a face with said scent. No trying on slippers, No Hunting Down Femme Fatale I want to, every time in this instance Before the initial shock of lonliness consumes me I wait frantically for it to subside. My life, like my house, in shambles It has a foundation but nothing concrete Watch where you step It's a long way down the spiral.