I was laughing. Fluffing ten layers of petticoats back into place and scooching my cowboy boots out of the way. Making way for the casual passer~by. We were being silly. All dressed up with no place to go.And the night rolled on....
I pointed my toes and grafittied "Make Love not War" on the waiting wall with the chalky tips of my boots. I did shots. Lemon drops. And clinked Skinny and Curty Boy in tandem.
I sashayed out onto the floor for Rolling Stones in my bouffant dress and pretended I was having a blast.....
And I did. All dressed up in my make~believe world.
And then I saw you. Ten years from now. Hair a little thinner. Arms a little skinnier and silly little six pack tummy, a little plumper. There, over there, in the shadows, sipping bud lights and staring at the band. I stopped mid sentence, mid Pink Cadillac. But you didn't see me. I smiled, but like 99 cent a bottle bubbles, the magic was gone before it reached you.... And your eyes passed right through me, dreamy and lost on the shadows behind me.
I watched you in slow black and white motion...crooked smile growing each time the double doors opened. You're head tilting back, waiting to laugh ....Remembering....
I watched you until you stopped watching the door. Until the buxom brunette grabbed your hand and whisked you out on the dancefloor. Until you gave in, and just called it another Friday night at a lonely bar.
You didn't see me, head thrown back, laughing at yesterday. Skinny legs tucked into dusty kick~your~butt boots. You didn't notice me, next to you, eyes closed, dancing to the music not the crowds. You didn't hear me when I said good night, and left.....
Life is short.
And I was only visiting....
