Confident Swimmer

Quick Poem.

She sat there

Against varnished wood

Spitting white tears

Into her white wine

She was old

But not too old

To cry

 

I joined her

After she called me a coward

Her grey hair

Was perfectly arranged

 

She told me I was handsome

Though my nose is crooked

That I reminded her

Of her son

In the city

 

Doing something

somone

The tears drip dripped

Topping up her glass

For each one

A wrinkle appeared

On her wet skin

 

She plays hardball

She said

After a messy divorce

Another wrinkle

Look where I am now!

Another crease

 

The glass begun to overflow

Onto the varnished wood

I stared at our mirrors

You have beautiful eyes!

I laughed

 

Her face sagged

Her dreams drip dripped

To the floor

Inches deep

She sobbed

 

A man took her arm

I drank down my drink

She creid her way to the door

 

Thank God, I thought

This place would've flooded

And I'm no

Confident swimmer