a cloudy night
high from the rooftop
you can see
a tower with a blinking light
red. white. red. white.

she’s tipsy but not drunk
eyes locked at the blinking light
her table full of faceless heads
and empty glasses
talking about inane things

remembering all those stories
she wants to share

the grueling pain
you’ve felt in every cell
second by second
as your chest hurts
and it’s difficult to breathe
or happiness
which seemed like
it’d last forever

but only words come out
how terribly lonely
each one of us
on this earth
to have experienced so much
and nothing to show for it
except words

as the tables get deserted
a plane flies across the sky
a bird jumps from the ledge
and flies into the night
red. white. red. white.