THE GUY AT THE BAR

Amidst the ups and downs
Deserting my so called friends
Capturing the latest in town
My eyes got him found
A silhouette in the crowd
Captioning him too
Got myself tipsy too
Making out like sweet sixteen
The dancefloor soon to us
The amusement mine to nurse
Couldn't even trace my purse
Something about your eyes
...he said
The night was no longer young
Should we stick around for some more?
Should we get a cab home?
...
The guy at the bar.

BY DAXNER WATENGA