Tasteless
After a few sips of bland red wine
I came home
To try to wipe off the blood of my shirt and mind.
Who was that you were talking to?
Moreover deep into the night
I stared at the Sun
To try to reach for its wings and take a flight.
What were the last words I told you?
Although dawn struck first
I saw your silhouette reach for my soul
But it's empty beside me in a sudden burst.
Where have you gone?
Before your favorite program & meal
I cared for you
But it wasn't real-
It was the program & meal.
When will you come back?
In reality
What we supposedly say
What we actually do
Just seems like another day.
Why?
"Because I love you."
How can that be true?
How can that be true?
I say this alone in the house
As you call a taxi in South Avenue.
How can that be true?