The night was winding down, but I wasn’t ready to leave.
The bar had that late-night hush, where conversations softened, and the weight of the day settled into the quiet hum of music and melting ice, Pour me another, I said sliding my glass forward The bartender a man who had seen too many stories unfold across the counter I was, gave me a knowing look but didn’t ask questions He just poured the liquid rising like time rewinding itself, Maybe that’s why I was here trying to turn back time or at least slow it down The phone on the counter stayed dark the message unsent, Should I call her I was just pondering or Should I just let it go and be a man but that won't be that easy as I traced a finger along the rim of my glass, thinking about how things had changed. How words once so easy between us had become heavy How silence had stretched longer each time indeed it wasn't easy for me I was mentally down and How pride had kept me from knocking on her door one last time, Pour me another I said again even though I hadn’t finished this one Maybe I just needed to say it to prove I wasn’t done yet With the night, With the past and possibly with her The bartender raised an eyebrow but humored me Last one ooo oga I nodded, pulled out my phone and stared at her pictures we have taken together, here comes this voice from my inside Maybe, just maybe, some things are worth another round.