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Invisible Lady (2)

'Invisible Lady Disappears.'
No headlines or a
trail of broken hearts.
She slides into the oak panelling
where once she had emerged.
A dusty glass lies half full
with just swirls of
once cloudy dreams.
Her escort turns
to chat, his whisky breath
and foul eyes oblivious
as he belches fumes
that asphyxiate the soul.
She never said goodbye,
just slipped away.
A few might remember
when they lift the glass,
its mark etched by the dust,
until the waitress
who should know better
remembers to empty ashtrays
and wipe away the dregs
of last nights revelries.
'Invisible Lady Disappears'
Like all the lost souls
who come here
night after night.

Poetry by Elle