after Dinah Shore's performance of "That Old Feeling"
lovable losers
making their last attempts
at smiling wryly
as the fear of the empty room
steadily takes over the music
the sound of feet on
the creaky wooden floor
lonely losers
refilling their glasses
knowingly committing
an act of incongruence
(the glass
that stays unfinished
tonight)
a momentary reminiscence of an emptiness
yet to arise
memories of vague shapes
familiar imprints
on a morning sofa
the sound of the last person
closing the door
leaving behind a moment
- the moment
a sense of a broken glass
and specks of dawns
reminding you
of tomorrow.
