Lipstick Stains

and spilled wine

Photo by Flemming Fuchs on Unsplash

You came and made a mess of my clean life,
like red wine on white carpet.
Now red is my favorite color.
And your silhouette is my favorite shape.

But now you’re gone, and so are the traces of lipstick you used to leave on my neck.
And the only evidence of you,
is the violet stain pressed onto the rim of what used to be your favorite cup.
The cup that’s now become part of my decor
because I can’t bring myself to wash it