Words uttered across a crowded room

Trace of cigarette smoke lingers

Bright lights frolic against the walls

I pose in the corner table, waiting

Perhaps for a stranger to invite me in

Sipping my drink, waiting

The evening reels on, yet I remain


Conversation worthy of laughter

Instead, stale air suffocates me

Concluding to my departure outside

There he is, waiting

The End

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