The Last Pickup Line

There will be no more saying,
“Don’t I know you from somewhere.”
All such lies
will buckle up to gravity,
thud down to your feet.
And the mask will peel away
leaving just the expression,
smug smirk losing out to hapless grimace.
With ghosts of pickup lines past
fouling your breath,
and fondling fingers shrunk
to aimless reaching,
the woman will shudder,
then pity, then move away.
The crowd will lap up
your desperation,
laugh in their drunken dancing aisles.
You will no longer know
someone from somewhere.
You will know all of them
from everywhere.