water bottles

you have left
bottles of water in nearly every room.
half gone.
some with spittle in the bottom,
the tops
screwed on.
they are like lone soldiers
guarding
each table where they sit.
waiting, waiting for thirst
to hit.
some are filled with fog,
others,
the labels are torn,
about to fall.
none are cold,
most are just luke warm
and alone.
a feeling that you have
quite often.