The two ol' pals are facing each other.
He passes a glass of poison
to his dear guest, leaning
near the front door, slightly opened;
and he's learning the reason—
why he's standing there,
about to storm out of the stone-cold apartment—
'bout to burst in tears
shedding the vivid droplets
that shouldn't be belonging to a mere ghost.
Yet he's fleeting, escaping the scene still,
while the owner of the kitchenette
is putting back the bottle
to where it belonged;
and he's gone, present no longer.
The drink on the rock—left on the shelf—
is evaporating, following the vaporized guest,
leaving the scent of faint alcohol
that lulls the other friend to regretful sleep.
Aug 31, 2020
Aug 31, 2020 at 10:20 PM UTC
The two ol' pals are facing each other.
He passes a glass of poison
to his dear guest, leaning
near the front door, slightly opened;
and he's learning the reason—
why he's standing there,
about to storm out of the stone-cold apartment—
'bout to burst in tears
shedding the vivid droplets
that shouldn't be belonging to a mere ghost.
Yet he's fleeting, escaping the scene still,
while the owner of the kitchenette
is putting back the bottle
to where it belonged;
and he's gone, present no longer.
The drink on the rock—left on the shelf—
is evaporating, following the vaporized guest,
leaving the scent of faint alcohol
that lulls the other friend to regretful sleep.
(C) Copyright: Saul Bae (Sungmoo Bae)
Last Revised: 21th of December, 2020.
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