Days Gone

I sit in the furtherest reaches of the bar
Alone in the darkest corner
Hovering in the smoke
Spinning the melting ice about
In my now empty glass,
The smell of whiskey, strong on my lips
Midnight slides into my table
Reminding me that another day
Has died upon the alter of my life
Another day wasted
A day that could have been lived
Full with experience
With lust and anguish
Hopes and desires
But, alas, it has passed away
Peacefully and unremembered
The barmaid brings me another whiskey
And I raise my glass
To this wasted day
The same as I did yesterday
Wasting them all away
As if time held no meaning for me
And I would always have tomorrow

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