22 january
you remind me of him she told me
as we sat
drinking martinis
at the bar
she full of disdain and bitterness
colder than the grey goose we sipped upon
and growing older by the mouthful
me with moon eyes when i smile
just like my fathers
imaginary gardens with real toads
eyes
Love it...I especially love the second stanza..."growing older by the mouthful"
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!
ReplyDeleteoh, those are some cold eyes ~
ReplyDeleteA difficult moment so beautifully described - with moon eyes. xo Karen
ReplyDeleteOh to drink martini now! I miss it.
ReplyDeleteah this brought a wee smile across my face
ReplyDeletewonderfully written
This makes me feel like summer :)
ReplyDeletePerfect, perfect. Vodka martinis will do that to a person.
ReplyDeleteThe bitterness and coldness is coming through! Better get another martini ready!
ReplyDeleteThere is definitely a story in this--and I went back and read it a few times as my understanding -- or my interpretation-- grew. Thanks for posting.
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