Things may not always go our way
Its's no one's fault, that's how the world works
We just need to chin up and be okay
Grab a bottle and pop the cork

Sit back and let pain takes its course
We need not be strong at all times
No need to feel any remorse
It'll subside, eventually, we'll feel fine

The scent of coffee engulfs the room
Amidst a table for two
A place where jazz music looms
Reserved for just me and you

Ignorant of the world around me
Distracted by your alluring hue
And that smile in clear view
Adds sweetness to my bitter coffee

MY LITTLE NUMERO UNO

She attacks the page
with all the fervour & ferocity

of learning to write:
! nUmBeRs!

Her pen
digs its way

through to
(the other page)        

as if it were trying to
escape its task

make a break
for it.

Finally, she draws
a 2

a gentle swan
gliding by on a single wave.

Then, an 8
(which she informs me)        

is an O
“...wearing a belt that’s too tight.”

“Right? ”
“Right! ”

6 & 9
she cuddles together.

“Shhh...they’re sleeping! ”

Then: a 3
“...which is an 8 with half the 8
...missing.”

Then: a 1
which is a man
“.. with a little nose.”

Then: a 7
Which is a man
“...with a big nose.”

10
is
“The man with the little nose
going out with an eight without its belt.”

5
is
“Like a S
frozen stiff.”

4
is
“My hand doesn’t like writing 4’s
so...it doesn’t.!

'Well, that's
enough of that! '

She glares at me
as if to say

'Don't dare
contradict me! '

'I'm going out
to play!

She proudly
announces

(a woman with her work
well done) .

And out...
...out she goes!