the aftermath

the room
is littered with empties.
champagne,
wine,
vodka bottles
scattered about
some on their sides
drained
and exhausted.
the plates are scattered
with cake
and icing,
half eaten sandwiches.
someone is asleep
on the floor
still in a suit,
a woman beside him
in a dress,
her hand on her blinking
phone
full of messages
asking
where are you, are
you coming home?