Silhouette

 

She sits away from me, at the end of the bar.
Dark, smudges of life under her eyes
And her hand trembling around her glass.
She takes a sip, puts it down, turns it;
The rapid, anxious movements of someone
Who is waiting.
I watch, hidden behind my own glass
Of poison,
As she pulls out a crumpled box of
Cigarettes.
She takes one out, followed by a lighter,
Lights it. Inhales.
I can see her profile silhouetted against the wall;
The smoke from the cigarette showing up as grey,
Insubstantial wisps of shadow smoke.
I notice the ring in the silhouette first.
The small diamond blended into her hand,
But in the silhouette it stands out,
Says something to me.
I watch as she finishes her cigarette,
Stubs it out,
Drains her drink,
Stands as if she has made a decision.
She glances at me, finally feeling the weight
Of my eyes on her, sends me a small, tight
Smile,
And tightens her jacket around her
Before grabbing her bag and walking,
Determinedly, out of the bar.

 

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