The bar is quiet tonight.
Just a few regulars
tearing at the stress
that grows like cancer.
She fixes her lipstick.
Dark red like blood
The blues wailing
from an alto sax.
I catch her eyes
And pay for her shot glass
bo be filled.
She is beautiful
Yet I do not care.
All I need is to drain my loneliness.
Perhaps if we had met
The first time she put on lipstick.
And life was new and filled
with limitless possibility.
We reach my small flat.
Snowflakes melt on her eyelashes.
They look like tiny teardrops.
I don’t use her for the ***
I had planned.
She is vulnerable
And the snowflake
thing has touched me inside.
We fall asleep
She holds my head
Onto her softness
It felt better than ***.
I fixed her coffee in the morning.
And said she looked beautiful.
She smiled and  kissed me softly.
as she left for her work.
And I think that was
the exact moment I fell for
the lady who became
the love of my life.