Not If I Can Help It

A glass of port to soothe the heartache.

Ever smiling to hide the sorrow of the empty chair at the diner.

A warm breeze that carries her scent that she left behind by mistake.

Touching the night with humility to remind myself I am human.

Nights are so bleak I dare not trust boredom to keep me company.

Ever alone in a world of possibilities I must move forward with a determination only the lonely can understand.