The Disposables

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We met there in the bar
most nights
the same drink
the same table
conversing over troubles
we leaned on each other
in those long nights

This night
I sit and wait
at the same table
with the same drink
you haven’t arrived yet
and I linger for hours

Nights like this pass
was it something I said
was there someone new
what was keeping you

Then you arrive one night
through the doors
stammering in
lingering around a new table
drinking with someone new
laughing at her jokes
she’s pawing at you

Reviewing the menu
is there a new drink for me
is there another table with better lighting
is there another arm to lean on…

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