back in

looking out,
i see myself
in the rain;
a pale ghost.
translucent tints,
my way down
the starkly lit flat
pane of glass.

i wonder how
i seem
to ones looking
i am hiding
my cup at the bar.
it is empty
i don’t want to keep.
drinking in this state.

written on 11/24/2013 by: Matt Kane