She chased after the time
Lost to sleep and disorganisation –
Flitting wind and rain-swept hair,
She fought the vertical rain
With her navy blue umbrella.
Stranger familiars greeted her
With kind words at the glass door,
Then sent her up stairways,
Corridors of empty rooms
And silent spaces.
Words spoken,
Her ears unlistening,
She waited for a fictional alarm
To end the dull chatter
Meant for others
And start the conversations
Meant for her.
The night fell slowly
As idle bodies sat around a table,
Playing games to pass the time,
Losing their minds in the process.
Yet, they still wandered into trendy bars
Decorated by ambient tungsten lights,
As lonely bar dwellers waited
For “the one” to take them home .
Potions lifted their spirits,
Photos captured incomplete moments
And incomplete thoughts,
But the night was still young.
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