Strange Carafe

I remember the nights,
I remember the feeling,
But most of all, I remember that I need to remember more.
I was sitting in silence
You were screaming invectives;
We were drinking from a strange carafe
in a strange little corner of night
I was starting to crack,
I ducked into a drafty bathroom,
To get away from it all.
And in the pale blue light,
Of other people’s lives…
We were drinking from a strange carafe
in a strange little corner of night.