• Bartender.

    I think she understood my despondency.

    Night after night,
    I would sit at the bar.
    And we would talk.
    I would drink
    to talk to her.

    She barely charged me.

    She was the only one who listened.

    We did go out together,
    to a few parties here and there.

    But that was it.

    We just talked.
    About what I cannot remember.
    Most of those nights ended in black.

    – M

    October 23, 2015
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