The Pub

You sit three chairs down,
   nursing a beer as you order a
       shot of whiskey  
        and I watch you gracefully
           let the sting hit your tongue

I am struck at your beauty
   It makes me feel lonely
    so I close my eyes
       and live a lifetime
        with you
           in a moment

My eyes open and with you still
     in my thoughts
       I stand up
          swallow my drink
          and step outside
           in the sweltering
            late night heat
             with my quiet rage