Day: Oct 20, 2020

There’s a story underneath the soft black coat he’s wearing.

There’s a poorly written “sorry” too,

Look quick, the doubt is nearing.

There’s guilt in his cologne but I’m too bewitched,

Can’t look away while he’s downing the drinks,

Planning to gloat and grow rich.

There’s denial behind the green eyes, he’s so distant.

I would feel pity but my heart’s asleep,

Empathy’s non-existent.

There’s electricity all around as I approach his table.

It’s like he’s been waiting for someone to come,

To make his feet unstable.

And there’s a dry gurgle in his throat as he falls asleep.

One more cut and we’re done with it.

Look quick, the thrills are cheap.