a little blue

feeling a little
blue you look
around and see that
all the glasses
are dirty
and in the sink.
the spoons
and forks too.
the dishes
are stacked
and sticky with
this weeks
now mysterious
food. coffee
cups sit
with puddles
of that last
cold sip not
taken. pizza
boxes lie
on the counter
with mouths ajar
next to chinese
boxes white
and red, left
unopened, dried
solid like
glue. this is
what happens when
she doesn't call
and you're
feeling a little
blue.