I am sitting at the end
of an empty bar
looking at cotton candy clouds
through the window
and a thousand
black birds wheeling outside
like children, who won't
come home to dinner
These long nights and
days without dates
A glass in front of me
filled with alcohol, water, ice
I do not have to be anywhere
Proof of my existence?
Nothing but.
girl in cayman by Tony Walton, on Flickr