Machismo

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.