Antarctica

Written by: victor dixon

Remember me? I told you
I’d haunt you when the nights
got lonely as Antarctica.
You ran when I cautioned
how empty it’d leave you 
to be so full of yourself,
when your wine glass overflowed
drowning your daily crossword
like a sardine without gills.
I warned you your hands
would contaminate
the naïve tongues
waiting for you to ring the bell -
that their mouths would dry up
and leave you yearning for the desert.
I was the mirror you scoffed at,
the funhouse you mocked 
and the piñata you filled with helium
as if to spare me.
And when the fiesta ended
you were too proud to trade 
an apology for a new beginning.
All those people you screwed
haven't forgotten...
and neither will you.