The Inner Beauty of Ambiguity

I wish I could be out of mourning
like I was out of sugar
but I’m indulgent in loss
and the silence that once was
the language we would speak
across the most insincere rooms
but they are the only places I find you now
where your friends are doing molly
and Molly’s asking me to be her bridesmaid
so I’m slumped against the wall
resenting how
slamming doors turned to bickering in bars
and how you pouring my drink turned into me
exploiting your liquor translucency
trying to decide if the real you is still underneath
trying to decide if you will ever come back to me