closed forever

you press your hands
to the window
cupping your eyes.
chairs are on the table.
bar stools gone.
the lettering outside
has been removed.
your old haunt
is dead.
gone, closed forever.
not a soul inside.
how many songs did you
sing there,
how many
drinks did you sink
into your body.
bad food.
how many new loves
did you chase in that
smoky dark
alley? not enough,
you think as you look
up into the sky
at the stars
with the earth below,
still turning.