There are some
who
rejoice in the respect
of each others
emotions,
they
sip their drinks
&
they leave
early
sometimes.




There are some
who
die in the grace
of one another;
on a wednesday evening,
with
no fancy
speech,
no extra
jeweled up skin.
Just a bottle of gin
& the need
to empty
their
souls.


& there are
some


Who for
whatever reason
choose to stay
alone
.
They've cast
themselves
a long ways
from home
maybe they've
sunk
or
simply
let go
Maybe they
want to try
for a bit,
alone.