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?