I sit alone in the corner of a crowded bar.

The lovers

The married

The first dates

I sit with envy wishing one was me.

She pours me another drink, numb the pain, numb the thoughts, numb the memories of the love and loves lost

I take to the night a hopeless soul

As I pass a young couple suddenly I am the abandoned sight.

For there is no connection in my mind or eyes, a blank stare from a person who once was.

I sit alone in the corner of an empty room

The frightened

The weak

The abandoned