it's 2am Saturday night
just a few left in the bar.
Ella is lilting like a songbird

Every time we say goodbye

I have lost count of the drinks
the bartender pours me another one?
she leans  forward to show
her cleavage but I don't care.
I think of you
flying around your cage
like an imprisoned bird
lusting for blue skies.
I opened the cage door
and you flew away.
I swallow my pour
it's burn in my throat like fire.
all I can do is pull up
the memory of you
and lose my fingers
in your hair.
Ella croons the last soulful
chorus line

Every time we say goodbye.

I know this is not a poem
but it should be.