Pelikan

Let's pretend we'll see each other again before you go, and we don't have to say goodbye now, he says, and I play along. I hate the goodbyes. The street is empty, now, the bar has emptied out. We stay past closing, listen to the music no one would ever dare admit to loving, put our empty glasses at the end of the table, resign ourselves to the End.

No more Wednesday nights at Pelikan.

And all you can think is, the lights at the other side of the ocean must be terribly bright, to be worth such sad sacrifice before the leap.