He saw her dancing all alone
No tears on her face
Blond hair swung with her movements
Brushed back with ring less hands
Eyes gazed at nothing
Not bottomless eyes that a man could drown in
They had a bottom
Or maybe it was a wall
Her face
Soft & gentle
Yet old in the ways of the world
He took the shot of whiskey
Savored the warm bite
Tried to forget
She drew him back with her slow rhythm & walled off eyes
He took the next shot
Knew that he would not forget
Not her
Not this time
Her reflection in the mirror paid him no mind.

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