23:59

A bouquet, inverted and trashed.
Dinner, strewn across the floor.
A bottle of wine, for one.

An evening, dissolved.
Excitement, dispelled.

How flowing, unravelling
The errant thread dances
calculates
deliberates
ceases its bided time
vindictively tearing its thousands away from

you:

Alone,
Abandoned,
Forsaken,
Forgotten (but for the fond memory with which you will forever provide the unravellers).

And reveling is foreign;
But frustration is native;
And smiles are for tourists.

In a moment the hope for today fades
Into tomorrow's
(where it had been years thence),

Unfortunate hope,
You never come to be.
You exist in tomorrow,
A tomorrow never seen