After Hours

Your seat's still empty at the bar; I traced the outline of your shadow in the dark. Turn the lights on, Let me see if I'm alone or if you're still in me. The bouncer says it's time to leave; I smile and hang onto my sleeve. Outside, The sky is turning gray; I'll come back here again today. I have a, you know, a status update report. He doesn't— After hours, always after hours.