Your lips are moist…
Wet after sipping a glass of wine
Unaware that I am there
Just watching you, watching time…
A glance at your wrist
It’s half past midnight
You’ve waited so long
But he isn’t in sight
You’re already intoxicated by the six glasses
of vodka and a high class bottle of brandy
You’re dizzy, ready to lose all hope,
but almost but suddenly
The person you thought was him…
Hopes brought low…fire dim, wasn’t there…
Wasn’t the man you expected
Because he wasn’t as fair
But…time has its way of manipulating things
And so does your drink
It distorts what is
And what you should think
You grab your fancy bag
In hope that he would finally appear
To then realize it’s one ‘o’ clock
And you’ve had too much beer
Waiting for the ‘one’ is hard to do
So just give up and cast yourself a fool
So leave, drunk…and sad
Maybe he wasn’t the best you ever had
And you do…
Soon after he walks into the room…
Holding a bouquet of roses and a ring in his pocket
He looks up, realizing you are gone
Nothing to say but maybe there’s a reason for it
And without second thought
He storms into the streets
Looking for the love of his life
The woman he was suppose to meet….
