You sip through your Shiraz and spill it on the white leather seat of my sofa Your laughter echoes down the hall the walls find it contagious but my brain my brain my brain pulses with anger bursting to the surface of my skin back and forth back and forth down the hall I get the stain remover and finally enter the family room and you're not there no one is and neither is the stain I remember I'm alone wishing these things a big white empty house wishing to get angry with meaningless stains