The Other One

You bought those cherries on the table,
when an apple would have sufficed.
That ice cream looks delicious,
but waffles are better than cone.

I saw a sweet poem that you made,
made me wonder though.
When you said miles apart,
when I am here by your side.

What's with those blue jeans,
since I or you never bought one.
A package perhaps from mom,
but seems the stamp is wrong.

Now this is just but a dream.
A wash can take this blur,
of a red and blue toothbrush
when I am using green instead.

Seems I am still drunk?
For the dizziness is at its toll.
Those slippers and shirt,
not one fits my size at all.

And then everything dawned to me.
Those cherries, poems and jeans,
and the green toothbrush I see.
is for him and not for me.