I sit. Two glasses. Both full. On the table.
There is only me here . I drink. Alone.
You drank. I drank. I drive. No you drive. We argued. You drive. Machismo. You drive.
You drive into a tree. It’s faded. Blurred now.
I survived. I sit at this table. Two glasses. Only water in these glasses now.
Two glasses. One table. One person. Alive.
My glass is empty. Yours is still full. Ironic. Sad.
I sit. I listen. There is noise. But all I can hear is the silence.