Alone, Watching

Monday, August 13th, 2012

Alone, watching

the girl quiet in the pub

acts as if she doesn’t know

how she got here

her new shoes click

crack against the legs

of the chair, the dark pub

floor sticky with memories

from the other night

and its romances

I watch her as she squints

to look at something bright

in the doorway and to remember.

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