Monday

It's only 1am right now
And drinks are being drunk
Stories are being sunk
And one-liners are being flunked
It's only 2am right now
And spirits are the key
The ghosts of you and me
Are lost in the bottletop debris.
It's 3am right now
And I'm playing my final song
With friends long gone:
And they were wrong.
Because in among the wreckage
I see glimpses of us -
As I clear away the plates
Where are you
To hold open the door of the cupboard?
And this sofa feels nice
But not so much without your arm
Intertwined in mine.
And the red wine stain
the carpet accumulated
Didn't fall the way it should have.
Now it's 5am on Sunday
And I'm watching us on repeat
In my mind with a sigh
For tomorrow will be Monday.