champagne love

it was a champagne

love

affair,

a fling if you must.

all fun

and bubbly,

sparkling and sweet

the night

of,

but by six o'clock

the next morning,

the bottle

was nearly

empty and flat,

spilled onto the floor.

i removed

her cat

from my chest then

reached

for my shoes,

my keys

and wallet and wondered

where my car

was parked.

are you leaving already?

she said,

from

the jumble

of clothes and sheets

on the bed.

i nodded, ummm, 

eventually,

yes.