Life, Love, and Disaster

Cuba Libre. Glass.
I introduce myself and think of you.
All of you.

Everything runs together to nothing.
Where am I? Here. There.
It's fun but it's not the same.
Is this what you like?
Is this what you want?

I can't seduce you away from...

I'm not sure, but I have stopped.
You're not feeling it. Okay.
Before it's too late.