Empty Stein

Echos of music from down the hall sound like nostalgia from a simpler time. Soulful pain gets in a groove to the tune of empty steins as they pound down on wooden bars, echoing. Dull but rich. Thick sounds you can almost taste. Bitter. Spit out those words to get the flavor out and ignore the soulful pain, else you’ll be reminded of your own. Spit out those words to get the flavor out and then savor the silence. It’s delicious. Until she splits those lips to let out another sound, she spins you around her heart through her mind and leaves you empty on a bar stool where you find you stein is empty, like your heart.