I stagger about this apartment
Its vacant loneliness highlights
The tiny reminders of you.
Pabst empties half-crushed in the sink
Tipped shot glasses drool their last remains
Next to the JD bottle on the floor
While lacy panties lazily wave surrender
From their rotating ceiling fan aerie.
Then a blurred memory jumps into focus
Along with its many repeated reflections
Spurred by a tortilla package on the counter.
A product of perfect innocence,
And yet glaring the painful truth
With the simple declaration of "Burrito Size."