Countertop Closure

Distant glares and alcoholic fanfare

You gazed faintly across galivant chatter and broken spirits

Widdling whispers of regret and disdain clashed against my ear drums, piercing yet soothing

With muddled intentions, and a hesitant pose

There you stand

Warmed by long pipes that leak dreams

And a subtle euphoria that decays

Upon eyes meet

To and fro I wobble

Waiting desperately for your touch

I crave you like coffee and cigarettes

A feeble attempt

Echoed amidst vibrant walls

You retreated to your plastered prison

All alone yet somehow whole

Strangers lost in a sea of poison

Should we meet again

I hope you fall