Decision Time

Pebo

By : Pebo
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DECISION TIME

Sitting at the bar,
a beer in front of me,
I fidget a lot,
take deep drags on my fag,
gulp beer from the bottle,
ignore the glass provided,
my eyes wandering from
the mirror behind the bar
down to my hand
near the ashtray;
inhale deeply from the fag,
get smoke in my eyes
and blink,
gulp more beer as my eyes clear,
ignore my immediate environment,
don’t hear the band
playing country music
at the end of the room,
am totally involved
with myself and my misery,
don’t feel like talking,
suffer my pain alone,
don’t know why I am here,
don’t want to be somewhere else,
don’t know where I want to be,
but surely not here,
gulp more beer from
the long-necked bottle,
inhale strongly from the fag
and when I suddenly feel
the soft hand on my shoulder
I ignore it, hear the words
~ sorry, I’m late ~,
turn slowly to the voice
and suddenly,
as bright as the sunshine,
the truth hits me,
my hands start to shake,
my pulse rate soars,
and I say quietly,
to her I’ve been waiting for
in this fancy bar
~ I’m divorcing you ~.
I slide down from my barstool,
leave my change on the counter,
quickly finish the beer,
take a last drag from my fag
and
as a final farewell to the lady
ignore her as I leave
the bar and
my previous life.