The Last Car In The Parking Lot

illuminated with the yellowish-orange glow of the street lamps
parked alone now
waiting to be driven away by
the last man at the office

dedicated to his job
or just not wanting to going home

afraid of facing another night thinking about her
looking over at the side of the bed where she used to lay
walking into the bathroom without her in there peeing
or popping blackheads in the mirror

wondering what could have been

so he stays late
distracting himself
with papers and tasks
desperate to forget his broken heart