It’s fate was no more!

The ting in ping,
the chattering of ice,
the splish in splash
was quenched underfoot
where life squashed
oozed the spectrum of reds.
Above voices heard echoes
over glasses empty,
the final straws
lipstick smeared
coated the end
of a moment passing;
one heard the door close.
While on the floor
the martini olive lies
crushed in remembrance,
beyond recognition fermenting,
the final resting place.