Single

Are you single she asked. I couldn't decide. Yes I'm single. 

Only, I have a few dead carcasses of a past love
They smell of stale laughter

The rum will dim their voices, but they'll be back in the morning
Each buzzard pecking at my heart
Am I single if their ghosts keep me company?

Yes I'm single. If only to leave behind another carcass.
and then to rise afresh from my own ashes
while another rots
Am I single? Of course...