All by myself
looking out on the square
from my window up above
wine glass in hand empty
again
I drink too much I say out loud
I am tired and worn out
living all these years
Cars whisking by tires crunching
snow, making slush
people rushing about like mice
scurrying
for crumbs
Everyone has someone
Me I have my wine and
an empty pack of cigarettes
The girl next door
leans against the door of her brownstone
entwined with the latest beau for
a goodnight kiss
The memories stir
better left alone as I shake them
from my head
A tabby cat runs across
the street narrowly missing
becoming road kill
just a moment in time
a moment and his life
would cease
All by myself
looking out on the square
from my window up above
wine glass in hand empty
again
Filling it again
drinking deep forgetting
to savor the aroma and
tasting the deep spices
Just drinking to forget the
younger years when
life was wild and free
All by myself
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We all do get to that stage when all we think of is the futility of life. So profound. 🙂