The noise of the bar
Ringing in my head
The surf of cigarette smoke
Rises and falls
In the place
I used to jokingly call
My second home
As I go out in a playful mood
A night of celebrating
Turns in an instant
To a funny yet solemn megillah
As the door from the past opens
And who walks in
But the one
I never could forget
Like an arrow
He walks over to me
With booze on his breath
And fumbling hands
An eternity passed
When I saw that face
My mood turned brittle
And those who knew me
Watched to see
How I would react.

9-7-03
Laura R