Raise a Glass
Alone on a barstool
A wallet full of air
She tells the bartender a story
“I once knew a man” she slurs through each word,
“He loved no one. He only loved what his senses understood”
The feel of money in his pocket
earned after a drawn out day
there never seems to be enough
for the young girl alone back at home
The sight of an open bar
lighting dark alley ways
filled with tortured souls
unable to find another light to guide them
The smell of alcohol
Enticing him to come on in
to take a seat and stay
forget the world that lives outside
The sound of husky men
away from their families
clanking their beers together
in drunken words only they understand
The taste of a freshly poured drink
a temptation he can never
stay too long away from
fulfilling his desires and everything
he thinks he needs
I will never be like him
I will never be like him
I will never be like him”
She continues to say, unaware she is alone.
“And to that, I’ll raise a glass”