Syndicated - Edit 1 (Formerly Caramelized)

[Wjames]

Those seconds that you took
from the fruit bowl and the clock
while I fumbled in my pocket
for a lighter and the keys,
jangled and metallic
and pretending to be iron
as I walked toward the door
and heard it slam.

I wonder if the party ever stopped,
or if it begins again each night
whiskey bores through scab
watching reruns of Seinfeld without laughing
at Jerry's hollow stabs at love.

Caramelized

Those seconds that you took

from the fruit bowl and the clock
as I thumbed inside my pocket
for a lighter and the keys, 
all jangled and metallic
and pretending to be iron
as I walked toward the door
with no goodbye

I wonder if the party ever stopped,
or if it just begins again each night
as I drink too much and watch reruns
of Seinfeld without laughing
at Jerry’s hollow stabs at love.