Barfly

 
Lights shine on her top button
snuggled against the deep cleavage
holding together the red blouse
decency desperate to assert control

tight black skirt riding up her thigh
hugging ample hips
and rounded bottom
perched on the bar stool

she is there night after night
as silent as a mannequin
downing her drinks straight
into her plumb red lips

her beautiful face, perfection
but look into her eyes
looks are all deception
for they are shadows of grief

her pantyhose has runs
her high heels are cracked
her mascara is smudged
the bar is her island

no one speaks to her
no one sees her
for she is a ghost
dusts of a memory

she waits
…for one long gone.