Another Perfect Date by Katrina Wharton
The vase splinters on the floor
rose petals red against the crystal
shards. Slivers of glass too small to see,
your voice cuts sweet.
Bleeding silently, unaware
until you left. On the couch
your letters stacked and tied
with scarlet ribbon are whispers
of bliss, bound in captive lines.
Wood tiles scattered on the table.
You always find the right words
to score the most points. I always
lose to you. My favorite chocolates
wrapped in shiny gold foil,
a thoughtful present, rich
Empty wrappers remind me
Iíve had too much.