Locked Out of Elsewhere

It’s closing time

Make the last drinks

Wipe down the counters

Turn off the lights

Check the lock

As you walk away

I’m tired

I don’t want to leave

The quiet is bittersweet

Occasionally disconcerting

But the attic is nice

The lights stays on there

I could stand on the counters

Play my own music

Prank the delivery person

But I won’t

I drive home

Smile at the mirror

Pretend like I wasn’t 

Daydreaming

About spending the night 

Elsewhere