Last Orders

The bar staff swept away the night,
The glass glittering around our feet,
Souls tacked to the floor
Which rocked us and the years away
Beneath fractured spectrums
Cast from mirrored balls
Bedizening our heavens.
Slops in glasses glowering amber
Warning us it was time to go
But we'd spill the night onto the street
Because we would only ever see each other.
And even our shadows would shimmer
Smattering sighs of silver
As we lost them all
Smacking streets with our bare feet
Chasing a future that doused our rainbows
in diesel
and blackened our dreams.