Why Wouldn’t I...

I'm eating leftover blue cake at midnight.

Cake from someone else's party.

A gift

Scraps

Half full

Always empty.

Alone, midnight is heavier

Quieter.

Thicker with the taste of silence and cold sheets.

Blue tongue,

Blue teeth.

TV binges and one more beer.

Company in the guise of bad habits.

Loneliness in the mask of indulgence.

Alone is dangerous.

Why wouldn't I...