Poem: Chairs Up

When the laughter goes silent
Like a bar at closing
Where the chairs are all up
The floor is swept
And it’s me and this bottle
With all the ghosts of the night
Their owners in cabs
Or sitting on couches
Sharing kisses and flirting
Continuing on the present
While I’m here drinking
With their memories
Giving a toast to what was
While what is goes on
While I’m still sitting here
The living dead with spirits

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