A table for three,
Though it’s just me.
A candle stand from a previous century,
Supports a stump with a bright flame
That will burn for eternity;
A chill in the air,
As I stare
At the two glasses in front of me;
A Sicilian Kiss and a 12 year old Eldorado –

Truth is, I’m not thirsty –
I wish that were the case.
Reality is, I’m alone,
In an unfortunate state of our bar;
Drinking alone, but drinking for two.