A Quiet Departure

I leave the bar stool without a second glance
ice still in glass
drained empty
breathe; a menace of whisky and stale cigarettes
attractive, as I stupor forwards off rattled mahogany and onto pined floor
uneven as I glance around
at beautiful people
wasted on me
for I am wasted....
pathetic in my armour and clouded as I head for the door
tripping with light fantastic over a couple
bathed in love and wine
blue eyes meets anger and then.......
....... and then pity and disgust

Outside a glaze of neon and the barking of throwing out time
the piss of rain
orange light refracts in puddles as I leave
of course, none of this will be remembered
as ......
.....as like always, this is a quiet departure
no arm to take me home as i glide on spirits
to a home that is not a home and a dark room filled with lies
to understand nothing from the haze of last night
and its quiet departure...