Vodka Tonic
By Tatiana Pahlen

I sensed it was coming
from the shades of your voice,
As your slender fingers
twisted my straw;
You gulped Vodka Tonic
looking awkwardly poised;
The drone of jazz
fumed a stormy noise.

I knew you too well
to accept a lie,
Getting no answers,
I dialed and dialed,
Recalling your face
at your bleakest and best;
You laughed at my japes
when I cared less.

What's happened to us,
since you left my place,
I traced you days later
you sounded — a waste!
We fancied to meet
again face-to-face . . .
You gulped vodka tonic
I now detest.

March 3, 2003

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