As the neon lights dimmed,
as the last music played its final notes,
as I left the final sips of Black Russian sitting at the bottom of my glass,
after I've had my share of short skirts, low cuts & see-throughs,
after the heated conquest between the bedsheets,
with the lingering smell of her hair & perfume,
I wait for that split second when the sun takes the moon's place,
that empty moment,
crushing
excruciating
