being stood up is shakespearean age is not a play on gravity it is more turbulence than air more saturn moonlight then say saturday morning sunrise coffee you send a text and a ghost appears with it, a mocking undertone a bitter wine ghoul with bad manners wincing at the timestamp, you walk around the sky blue office, doubtful chugging coconut water to keep cool a quick run to the liquor store dry gin for a martini you won’t drink washing dishes to feel domestic the dog is chuckling behind you adulthood does not keep the shame away your daughter sends gifs to her nana all the while you wonder about the wrongs reread the last left on read message make sure the commas weren’t confusing but melancholy is never imaginary and so it will go as it always does you’ll wake up and pretend, perhaps erase a playlist or two, take out the trash find an r&b song to dismantle feelings tend to the sore developing only to try and try again, mercutio