Disconnect

She's alone by herself in a bed
That had once been their bed.
I know this only because
She says so.
She posted a picture of herself
With the covers up to her nose
Alone with her cat.
At this late hour
It would be easy for me
To judge character.
I am no one to judge
Anyone at half-past
Midnight. Alone
In my room with only
These words, some music
And a drink
To keep the night at bay.

stranger

is looking at you.

you look away

and hold back

nervous laughter.

you look again

only to see

the ceiling

staring back.

you wonder,

stranger,

were you

ever real?

Her Name Was Katy

and we were at the bar

drinking

smoking

next to each other

as our group of friends

were oblivious to

one another.

I asked her for a cigarette

and she said

only if I can have one of yours.

No problem

I said

as I pulled out a pack.

We lit each other up

and began to make

the small chat

people like us tend to do.

Each word

each smile

was an invitation

to get closer

and closer.

We were judging time

by drinks,

cigarettes

and friends who had to leave

because of work in the morning.

Finally

we were left alone

as the bartender

readied to leave us both.

Riding a wave

of proximity we

kissed

as sweetly as

two drunks

smoking in a bar could

kiss.

So when can we see

each other again I said.

I heard her phone number,

Three

Two

Three

and I woke up

never hearing the rest,

wondering where she could be

as I heard a bird outside chirp

while I sat myself down

to immortalize those few

moments we had

in a world too good

to be real.