You left too soon,
what’s left is a tyre mark in damp sand till it dries
and then what?

You left too soon,
the ice cube in your vodka and orange hasn’t melted yet,
guess I’ll have to drink it know.

You left too soon,
didn’t even slam the door, your silence is humbling
and the drink is getting warm in my hand.

You bloody left too soon
and now I’m getting angry
it isn’t fair to leave me alone like that. You!