The radiator clicks its cast iron ribs

Quiet ruin strangles the evening

Plastic chandelier filaments flicker

The omelette sits untouched

 

Smoke alarm screams blue murder

We are dying on stage in a packed house

Champagne stains the anniversary flutes

The side salad wilts

 

Smokeless smiles haunt our faces

Small talk can’t escape our lips

Gossamer threads hold us together

The cutlery is spotless

 

We rise in hollow unity

You to the bedroom

Me to the shopping channel

 

The food sits expectant

Waiting for the dog

While we sit alone

Waiting for god.