The clatter clatter of your Stilettos
Running into the angry night
That fiery perfume of yours
Still engulfing me, in flames of your angst!
An empty table
The insolent stare from the waitress
And the smug look on the guy by the window
And oh...a small fortune of a bill!
Welcome back baby ;-)
This doesn't sound good... I don't understand why people are like this... good post...
ReplyDeleteYou painted a very vivid scene!
ReplyDeleteHappy Holidays, Rajesh :)
This night seemed like it didn't turn out so well for the speaker of this poem!
ReplyDeletehi Rajesh,
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