For this week's poetry prompt we were to describe a scene without actually telling what has happened, just allowing the "props" to tell the story. This is what I came up with. (I'll warn you, it's kind of dark...)
Thick candle stubs smolder, dripping
waxy tears onto a scarred dresser top.
Two glasses wait forlornly, gathering dust
alongside an uncorked bottle of cheap merlot.
An inane treacle of music oozes it's
mocking reminder of unrealized dreams.
Satin and lace tossed haphazardly in anticipation
of a wanting ache for attachment.
Damp tangled sheets and smeared pillowslips
cannot explain the lack of connection.
The odor of sweat and disappointment infuse
dim corners with cloying sadness.
Beating down like cleansing rain, the shower
cannot drown the choking heave of bitter tears.
(If you are interested, please leave a comment below telling me what YOU think has happened...)