The Message

I met someone interesting tonight.
At the bottom of a vodka bottle.
It was when I thought I’d had enough to drink, but I wasn’t quite sure.
I suppose you could say the decision was made for me—the bottle was empty.
I was in no state to drive down to the local bottle shop and buy another.
I sat there smoking cigarettes.
In a cloudy haze, I thought I saw my thoughts dance around my head and then I heard it.
It wasn’t an external noise as much as it was an internal feeling.
It did not call my name.
It did not ask me for the time.
It just sighed.
Maybe I sighed.
I’m not sure, all I know is that I became aware of it.
I heard it.
I spoke to it and it listened.