Stranded

taking long short sips of water
pushing my food
around the plate

trying to read the letters
at the bottom of the glass

listening into each conversation
reading the lips of drunk relatives

words spilling out of their mouths
like the heavy bottle of pinot
being passed around the table

caught in a haze
feeling each set of eyes
pierce my flesh

pitied and knowing
that i am missing you

thinking that if you were here
we would get away

thinking that cause you aren't here
i'm stuck