The bar table displays empty beer bottles.
A cigarette is still smoking in an ashtray.
No one is sitting around
Everyone has left
After hours of talking, laughing, dreaming
Everyone went home as best they could
Countless bottles and cigarettes
Have paraded in front of us.
Countless friends and lovers
Whose names and faces we can hardly remember.
So it is and will always be
Brief instants in a sea of loneliness
Kisses, laughter and caresses that fade in time.