and so here we find ourselves surrounded by empty bottles
once filled with false cheer
and we use them to cap our sighs to prolong the inevitable
which is the only thing made clear
to us
we are open flames exposed to refrigerator frost
we are old wooden cabinets which become chow food for termites
we are laundry baskets beyond breaking because we are not satisfied with the clean of our clothes
we are empty love museums and countless bar fights
we were once everything and had everything in our hands
but we realized what we were missing was a smile that wasn't planned
a laugh that wasn't staged
a page of a long paragraph that wasn't written a day in advance
we had no surprise
yet we still thought we had it all, and it was tough
it was hard to admit that just us didn't make us happy
it was hard to admit that just us wasn't enough