And forever and ever it will be the place
That remembered my innocent smiling face
Of a believer
Who was blowing kisses to dull
bathroom mirror…
Feeling his hands on the hands that were mine,
Being as gone as Japan in tsunami….
What I remember? Martinis were strong.
No I don’t remember the song they were playing…
Also him who was shamelessly saying:” How the hell
Were we planning to live haven’t we met? Let us jump off the cliff.
Have us three children; you know what, five…
Please be my beautiful future ex-wife.”
He must have felt like he conquered the world,
I was exclaiming: “It sounds absurd!”
And at the bar, sipping on pure stoli,
Love was disguised as a fat alcoholic,
Who was eavesdropping but got unimpressed…
Said he’ll come back, but forgot the address….
Martini bar blues...
© Copyright: Оля Слепченко, 2012
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