Wednesday, December 9, 2015

Surprise Boo!

Let’s see how this night goes Boo. I know, you will be there tonight, wearing your new pair of stilettos and I will be standing in an invisible corner of the bar, with a black four-four, tucked around my belly.
You will walk in, holding his arms and rush to your reserved table. I will be sucking on my Bacardi. Your lips will glitter with your lip-gloss, which I know, tastes like plum. I have not trimmed my facial hair in past four months, so no one knows who I am. You will shine as a pearl, with every beam of light bouncing off your flawless skin. I will blend with darkness; black hoodie, black pants and black night shades. You will smile, maybe laugh out loud, and turn all the heads in the bar; amazing you. I will be quiet as a church mouse.untitled
You won’t look at me, not even once, just like you never used to, in a busy hall, way before I even met you. But my eyes will stare right through your trench coat, till you hand it over to the waiter. I will notice your new necklace (or will that be a shiny part of your dress?), and your new watch and your new dress. There will be a new dress. There always is, for nights like these.