Water Glasses

They were perched 

On the stand

When I woke up today,

Your water glass

And mine,

Still sitting from just

Two evenings past,

When our mouths

Were dry

And emptied of

Their secrets.

I stared at them and

Thought of all

I said and did

Not say

And wondered if 

You were somewhere

Thinking the same.

They looked so natural,

Resting there.

We were quite 

The attractive pair.

But there is no need

For sets of two

In this room of one,

So I washed them off

And put them up 

Where they can be

Upside-down and empty,

No longer streaked

With foretastes of

Our separate, salty

Tears.