After the End

Since we last met
You’ve gotten fatter and uglier
I wonder how that weighs on you
Never were one to eat up your reflection
But for a few thick words of misguided seduction
Like a perverse salad
Tossed in my general direction
Aimed at peeling off the layers of
Dress between you and my averted eyes

Since we last met
Time has paled my features
And darkened the bag-cradles
In which my eyes sleep to cease to see
To what do these eyes owe the honor
Of dodging the beaming bright stare
You give all these years later?

By some sickness of fate
Our deep-fried friendship remains
As a trace of caked-on grease
Marring the underbelly of one uncanny pan

Since we last met
(After the end)
It’s all gone stale
And I’m perfectly nauseated
That this little morsel of thought
Should even find itself on the menu