Paddy.

I can never stand it when the saddest things happen to the most sadistic of people,
when from beyond a window pane she waves goodbye.
I can hardly breathe when she sheds that tear and places one sweaty palm on the glass.
In my ear her soft, southern voice lulls me to sleep.
She near on steals my heart right from my chest, as everyone else carries on with their duties. The selfish day has never been so proud of itself.
The streets noise stops.
The night air loses it's scent.
I die inside.
My toes are rigid and my body is cold.
"Don't go yet, you've been such a good time."
Neon lights, screaming girls stumble in the streets, the taxicab pulls away. You come to mind.