I got drunk in a 
Portland bar

On Clinton st.

thirty minutes after
I had exited my
girl-friend's car,

she text
to tell me
that she had 
finished with me
and that that was that.

I sat drinking
pouring tears
into my whiskey
a guy with an
English accent
joined me

we had a good time.
I bought all the drinks
as I remember.
I left alone drunk.

A couple of days later
I went back
to the same bar
and stood in
the same place 
as previously-

I then realised that
I had been talking
to a full-length mirror.

Words and foto Tommy Carroll