we can get that later

the time she kicked off her
high heel
and knocked over a full
glass of red
wine
onto yout brand new white
shag rug, comes
to mind, as you stare at
the outline
of remembrance.
it's a shadowy pink
shaped mark, oblong
and wide.
the splattered tear drops
of pinot noir go further,
beyond the coffee table
which she rested her
bare feet upon
after saying oops, my bad.
we can get
tbat later, right?
later is a year later,
but she's no where to be
found.