A Vacant Seat

She’s the tears in my eyes

But the smile on my lips.

A soft word

With a catch in my throat.

A slow walk home

With loud, heavy footsteps.

She’s a girl in a bar

Dancing with her friends,

Her eyes blinking away her sadness,

Finding solace in a stranger asking,

“Are you okay?”

She’s a collapsed black dress

Next to a vacant seat.

Wet, running mascara

And smudged lipstick.

High heels in hand,

Sore feet, sore head.

Waiting for someone

Who never comes.


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