Antarctica

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.