James Babbs writes

One of Those Nights

last night

I erased her number from my phone

because

I didn’t want to get drunk and

start calling her again

I listened to the rain

drumming on the roof above my head

sounding

like the beginning of a song or

maybe

the ending of one

it was one of those nights

when the loneliness turns dark and

starts making a lot of sense

one of those nights

when I kept pulling beers from the fridge and

drinking them down

one after another

taking the empties and

lining them up on the table

something I like to do

whenever I get drunk

The Bottles Are Empty -- Andrey Edelkin