I’m all dressed up,
with no place to go.
My shoes lay scattered on
the kitchen floor.
I drink from this bottle I bought
for this occasion.
No call or text
to let me know if your okay and what happen.
The bottle is now empty and so are my tears,
my dress now lays along with my shoes
on the kitchen floor.
I sit on this counter bare to all, the moonlight
the only thing breaking the darkness and silence.
Hoping now you won’t come home,
for this special occasion is forever gone.
Kimber Michaela 2012