I wish I remember what inspired me to write this 16 years ago. It was a nice surprise to find something which had not been touched for so many years. I do remember always loving poetry and thinking I could do that. I don’t share the same sentiment today.
I began life with one step, one step in the wrong direction.
To the bar I went, encountered souls of plastic and porcelain.
Across the table behind the beer our eyes crossed.
A crooked smile and half hazard attempt to a wink.
Name?, she said.
Angel, yours?, I replied.
Endless candid banter filled the sleepless night.
This must be love, she quipped.
Must be, I replied as I looked away.
The sun arose and our minds became heavy with the world.
A night of love had passed.