
He's Still Here After Last Call
Closing the bar alone, the regular who never leaves, and the stool I still flip first. The wanting you keep at arm's length.


Closing the bar alone, the regular who never leaves, and the stool I still flip first. The wanting you keep at arm's length.
The last two at the bar after last call, a hand that stayed a second too long, and the long way home so the cold would do something to my face.