Backwash

As I sat on the wall, she drew,

The attention of my sad, brown eyes.

She was really stunning in silk.

A marine blue dress, moving,

Like the water it resembled.

I flashed a friendly smile.

Blinded by the desperation

In my teeth, she ignored me.

I had forgotten about her,

Or tried to. Her dress haunts

My dreams, overwhelming me

In a sea of the past shrouded

In marine blue. Until the day

She strutted into my bar.

She sat near the wall.

Using her table as a buoy,

Trying not to sink into

The sea of unfamiliarity

She was wading in.

Her unkempt hair and trash jeans

Became a beacon for my attention.

I moved toward her table.

She was eying me with a look

Of desperation in her.

“Remember me?”

A smile crept across her face.

I was her life-jacket in this ocean

And she couldn’t stay

Afloat without me.

She pushed out a chair for me.

A surge of fantasy washed

Over my mind. All the things

I wanted I could reach.

To bad the number

I gave her

Is fake.

Reviews

AH!
argh, I just want to shake you after reading that last part.

this one really kept me on my toes, aha.