This bar, our bar.

This bar ruminates with the thought of you The memories of you. I come to drown myself in liquid numbness to forget I miss you but I find myself aching for you, even just the sight of you. I stare off into the empty chair next to me, remembering us, losing ourselves in untamed flirtation and permanent attraction. Memories of countless tears and laughs in the vicinity of this bar. And so Maybe that’s why I keep coming back. The last piece of you I refuse to ever let go of.