The One

by Sylvia   Jun 29, 2010


She takes a deep breath
and steps through the door.
A glance around the room,
moves toward the bar, her usual spot.
Vodka rocks, the drink of choice
make it a double.
Cigarette lit, the ritual complete.

Raise the glass, take a sip
nerves calm, time to survey the prey.
Smile, a slight nod,
like magic The One is sitting beside her.
Small talk, your place or mine?
Morning comes, The One is gone,
bed empty, she's alone once more.

So sure this time, it begins anew,
she takes a deep breath
and steps through the door.

Copyright © 2010 Sylvia All Rights Reserved

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  • 14 years ago

    by Lonely Rider

    Well narrated Sylvia... life in a different perspective...

  • 14 years ago

    by Kuro

    There is *so* much truth.

  • 14 years ago

    by Kuro

    There is no much truth to this. i had to add it to my favorites, and i really liked how you ended it. you know the feeling when you watch a good movie but it ends in a way that you just sit there and watch the credits, deep in thought. i got that same feeling from this poem. thank you for sharing.

  • 14 years ago

    by Anthony M

    These poems about everyday life are my favorite reads of late and this one delivers that theme very well, the repetitive line at the end exemplifies human nature to repeat over and over that which does not work.

  • 14 years ago

    by Courageous Dreamer

    Very nicely done, a true scene in many bars these days. You really brought it to life.

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