Last Call
The smoke filling up the crowded room;
I drag in the rain.
I hear strangers talking but they have nothing to say.
Outside I waited and she never came.
I wonder if she only leaves to hide away from me,
And comes back when she’s bored enough to need.
All at once when it was finally warm,
I followed her home like a summer storm.
Then watched her drift away.
I picked up where the words left off,
And got lost in what she wouldn’t say.
In the end it was,
“I don’t know if I feel the same.”
I remember it like the first night she stayed.
I pull myself out into the hard, starlit street.
Where everyone laughs and lies through their teeth;
I pick myself off of the ground at her feet.
And walk home; the empty bedroom, the smothering heat.
The smell of her still from this week.
I gouge out; I hollow myself to sleep,
Shaking out the abandoned dreams.
“I won’t be staying for a while,”
She says, then leaves.
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