The boxes are scattered haphazardly
Twilight making the mess elegant
Unable to see all the empty cans
Or the dirtied, wadded up napkins

There’s a trail of smoke from candles
Blown out moments before
For what’s the use of light
When we both closed our eyes

There are grease stains on the carpet
And soda pooled in dark circles
Everything was so neat and tidy
And now it’s all a mess

It started out as something fun
Nostalgic chats about the past
That brought back vibrant memories
Stroked to the surface and brought to life

But when it was all over
Nothing was clean anymore
The stains were apparent
And no amount of scrubbing can help

All that’s left is the trash
You left it all behind you
Taking away the heat of the room
Leaving behind a cool chill

Left alone to clean up the mess
I won’t touch them till tomorrow
Let all the stains of you, of this remain
Amongst empty pizza boxes