Want

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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