I met a woman at a bar,
she was a collection of her life,
told,
to
me
I was mental antarctica,
cold,
alone and empty of thought.
Is this what sociopaths feel?
The blather washed over me untill
her friends showed up
(thankfully)
I was frozen miles away.
I focused back, where I was
what I was doing
(largely unremarkable)
drank my shot,
finished my beer,
left.