Darkness and regret-filled air encumbered the scene,
Always working towards my dream,
Serving endless amounts of spirits,
Providing delusions and exchanges for all to enjoy.
You sat at this table hesitant to introduce yourself,
But kindly smiled at me, and let your friends take care of the rest.
You had a bouquet of home grown roses, waiting for me, why?, I’ll never know.
Again your friend suggested we dance, and in agreement I went.
You were a quiet soul in a bar, you did not fit in.
Yet here you were to see me, and when we danced close, the world seemed to fade around you it seemed,
but at the time, I was consumed by an illusion, ******* in tangles with someone else I thought meant so much, I discounted you from the start.
Funny how the universe plays with our fate,
Giving us all of these chances for us to mistake.*
This actually happened to me while I was a waitress at a bar, about 12 years ago, and came to mind recently, have no idea why..