Noel Negele- A Poem

She Left To Spain

I woke up to an empty apartment-

she was gone but before doing so

she had cleaned the living room

and the kitchen, washed all the dishes

and arranged all the empty beer bottles

out on the porch- it's 14 cent for each empty bottle

and we had drank so many I could easily get

a small bottle of vodka out of all these done for

vehicles of intoxication.

I wrapped myself with the sheets to smell her perfume

and stood awkward in my living room noticing

the silence appearing like a stranger in my house

remembering how she danced the night before

drunk and wild and untamed like northern lights over

the ceiling of the world- all that beautiful sunray of a woman

with something infinite in her eyes flying to spain.

I went to the bathroom and puked my guts out in the toilet

still wrapped with the sheets and I saw it for what it was-

myself trying to get rid of myself-

as the misery drooled from the sockets

and all those terrible stains of horror on the mirror

waiting for a single glance-

and I turned my head to look at the couch

in the living room where she liked to lie naked

with only her bra on- her nipples half showing to

the hungry wells of my eyes-

but there was nothing but a demon strolling around

waiting to get a hold of me.

They don't know

they don't even suspect 

how close we are to madness

every time

we're left alone.