All but he had gone.
He was the last man standing.
There was no victory to be had.
Dancing with ghosts
in the evening rain,
listening to laughter
in an empty room,
phantom kisses laid
on a cold pillow,
the lingering scent
of forgotten memories.
A toast with only
one glass.
All but he had gone.
He was the last man standing.
There was no victory to be had.