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.