The Usual

Im alone in a room full of strangers having a drink next to an empty chair, but every now and then I catch the memory of a vague dream that I once believed. For a moment, the crowd parts and a fellow walks across the room smiling at a woman dressed in devil red and cooly says hey darling how's about a dance. Surely she says yes and off they go swirling into a blur of lust and laughter. The rhythm is smoking and pretty soon I lose sight of the couple. "Hey babe I got what you need", my attention swings to the bartender who's heating it up for a tip. I order another glass and satisfy the man. Soon after that, Im sitting there wishing that the seat beside me was filled. Its getting late and Im getting tired. I scan the room once more and glimpse an old familiar face. Its almost impossible to fight the urge to fall apart then and there. Passion wells up inside of me and all of my body tells me to succumb. I want you. I need to have you now. Tell me you know this. I look back at the face, my mistake its just a stranger that I've never known. I go back to finishing my drink. Its stale and bitter. The music starts to fade and all thats left is the senseless conversation of the intoxicated nightlife. I overhear two people arguing in one of the darker corners of the club. This isnt going to work. We're not going anywhere. Im sorry, but I can't. Why are you doing this to me. Your doing this to yourself. No, your wrong. I can't want to see you anymore. You can't or you won't. Someone walks away. Silence. The room goes dark and the people become shadows. Again I look towards my reflection in the mirror but all I see is just another lonely stranger.