Closing Time

3am, the lights, once dim now blind my eyes.

"You don't have to go home but you can't stay here"

Home, alone, but I don't want to be

She notices me across the way as we exit one after another

"Where are you heading to?" she calls out

Dark black hair and emerald eyes. I am intrigued.

But again? Another temporary sensation and tingle of pleasure

Only to lead to sneaking out before dawn, awkward breakfasts, or 3 month flings.

I'm just not cut out for this. I'm too old, in my soul.

Too insecure, too anxious, too intense, too.....much?

It's cold, she's warm, and it's been too long.

Some say that distance makes the heart grow fonder.

I have to disagree.

Alcohol and closing time...these make lovers....but not love.

A Decade Later