I walk alone on the empty street,
thumping the half-empty bottle
of red wine gently against my leg.
Spinning head, the soothing cold,
the clarity of winter and it’s stars.
hoping the break is clean this time.
The sounds, music, laughter, all that,
from the party is beyond my hearing,
beyond calling me back to the others.
A woman was there, of course, of course.
Before I would have followed her, talked,
told stupid jokes, all but fawned at her feet.
But I caught her eye, gave a smile, left.
The night is here, and it is blasphemous wonders.
The night is here, and it makes no promises.
The bridge over the interstate. Sip the bottle.
Let the dreams of yesterday fade. Let them go.
People going places far away from here.