Past the broken wineglasses,
A certain sullen sigh passes.
It wounds down the corridor,
Where he and her had argued just before.

Half and half of heart and wine,
He's through with her and her, mankind.
They sift a bitter sieve through tinted memories,
As her tears sing him guilty melodies.

Harlequin honeymoon masks on the floor,
Reminding them of what they weren't before.
Expectations and disappointments crest,
And drink and spite fill in the rest.