2:00

2:00 am
     The welcoming door opens as I enter. The dim lights set cozy warmth as I scan the room to find my perfect seat. I gaze in awe to all the options bestowed before me. What will it be tonight? Should I tilt my sniffer to coat the rim of my glass in search for the mint and cedar wood aroma of whiskey? Or do I want to cup my 3oz frozen glass for a little warmth right before I hold her up and look at the crystalline lustre vodka acquires.
     Ooh... hello there. Her curvature glass catches my eye. Her smell must be tamed with soft inspires. As I toss and turn her, I can see her tears. I press her onto my lips, and gently sip. She'll struggle through the first sip, releasing her acidity and bitterness. Yet, I continue; her aroma blossoms. I take another sip and hold her. She subdues into softness, and matures to a delightful cognac.
     The mellow harmony of jazz transforms the figments of my imagination into a movie right before my eyes. I see how my past has leaded me to where I am today…life is good. I can hear the soft chatter of people mingling and their laughter. My bartender joins me in my thought. I can see through her glassy eyes as she wonders into oblivion. She pretends to look busy as she effortlessly wipes the glasses with long stokes; hoping her evening will end soon, while mine had just begun.

     We begin to small talk, and exchange personal inquiries. We have a lot common and begin our own soft stew of laughter’s. The gentleman sitting beside us lurks in, waiting for the perfect time to embark on our sea of conversations. His causal head tilt over the shoulders reflects his soft eyes. His smear of a smile shows he means no harm. Our bartender is delightful. She allows him in; three solitude strangers making the best of their night.

     The barroom’s air becomes hotter with every sip of joy. Our checks are rossie. Our bellies tender from a night full of snickering. The bottles are half empty and some cool air would be refreshing. Everyone is settling down. Discussing the responsibilities of tomorrow’s must. The bartender snaps back into reality as she realizes the time, and is happy to be going home. You can see the fine gentleman was pleased to have come as he turned to wave goodbye just before leaving. Now, it is I who stand outside the doors that had once welcomed me. I pause to strike a match and lite my cigar. The umami flavor conquers my mouth and devours my naris. Its 2:00 am and my night have just begun.     

For Elle, Who made me smile on my saddest day

 

Dubious

Should I or Shouldn’t I? What do I have to lose? I feel like it’s already been lost. I try to believe what has been lost can be gained, but how. Secondly, do I want to gain what’s been lost?

I try to reflect the beginnings of our times. The true bond I once believed in; the unification of one, unbreakable, and undefeated.

United like two fixed pillars holding the unworried future; the constellation foretold stories, and we were making our own.

As usual, life brought to us its true realities. We live our lives day by day as each minute brings us choices. I concluded without hesitation. Yet your magnetic feelings of the present consumed our forthcoming.

As of now, I lie precariously. The foundation of our strength weakens as the spider web cracks seep into my reasoning.

It is I who now wonders what this instant will bring to me. I am left with no concern of fate. The decision I make may result in painful consequences. As I reflect diligently, I can only remember how painful it was, but cannot relive the pain.

So, as my seconds turn into minutes, and hours of the day, I‘ll remain in limbo. Unsure to the promise I made. It is I who will live at the moment, with no worries for the following days.