Infidelity Of Dreams in Serendipity

Fluorescent stars
circle the ceiling
As the taste
of cheap wine
Lingers on the corners
Of your
raw
open
lips

Is it the shame
The sun’s glare
Or the unknown
That makes the dawn
feel this wretched?

Where did you go last night?

Pounding.
Pounding.
Pounding.
resounds in your head.

Never left home.
Woke up alongside…empty glass.
Recollect… Recollecting…

Why is the guilt overbearing?

Dazed.

But you were there.
I was there.
We gave into the night.

Clothed without a trace.
A dream. A wretched dream.
To end the night.