The Bottle of Wine and Roses

As i sit in the silence

I look at the feast that I prepared.

The candles only sputtering now.

Tears roll down my face stinging.

They sting with betrayal.

Here I meticulously prepared food.

I carefully laid rose petals along the table.

And there I waited with a bottle of red grape wine in hand.

I glace up as he clock strikes one.

Fed up and frustrated I clear the table.

I gather the melted wisps of the candles.

I extinguish them and they hiss.

Hissing a snake's warning. 

I clear the table of the food.

The vestiges of my hard work go unnoticed.

I sweep the rose petals away. 

I  crush them into the floor.

I take the wine with me to bed.

I take a swig of the precious red liquid ecstasy.

I let it burn all the way down. 

I let it quell the fiery angry dragon of my stomach.

I pick up a damaged rose petal and chew it.

Then lay down drunkenly content and wish you never to return.