the bar series

I
He could fly away from here:
Away from the endless drinks,
The pumping bass,
The incessant small talk.
He could be happy somewhere else.
Peaceful.
But night after night
He returns.
And hopes what?
That here,
Amidst the noise and hectic chaos,
He'll find his peace?
Oh no.
Not here.
This is a false promise
Full of empty desire
And hollow hope.
No.
He will construct his wings and take flight.
He will find his inspiration
Among the clouds and stars,
Where dreams are sent.

II
She could listen to the words sung
Of love and heartbreak
And she'd try and remove herself,
Detach herself from reality.
But the resonation was too true.
And in the middle of the room,
Packed with strangers, and a few she knew,
She wondered if she would stand
Alone forever,
Her only support
The sticky banister,
Her only fill,
The remnants of an Indian dinner.
She wondered if she could be
Happy in this.
If this could be enough.