August 21, 2015


I guess
it was inevitable
I'd end up here,
trailing for years
behind your shadow,
finding clues
you might be near,
the place we met,
now turned into
something new.
A beat-up table
where we sat,
is no longer
in plain view;
where it's gone
I wish I knew.
Only the mirror
behind the bar
looks just like
it did before;
your drink waiting
makes me think,
you might once
have been here,