I sit here staring at nothing
Dazed and wondering
Preoccupied with thoughts

There’s one thing on my mind
I wonder if I’m on yours too?

The porch is quiet and dark
Fireflies are glowing in the distance
I remember

My drink is sweating
I press the bottle to my lips
And I continue with that memory

The little lights flash
So do the pictures in my mind

That old movie reel playing
The flickering soft radiance
You live there

I lift the bottle again
The last of its contents trickles out
I place it next to the empties

I’m wondering if your scene is similar
Are you thinking of me?