20 Years
Jun 4, 2022
She sits
On a stool
Legs crossed like a lady
Her hair weaved into a braid
That begs to come undone.
She gazes into her glass
Watching bubbles rise
To the top
And float before they
Escape.
Men
Find themselves by her side
Brandishing drinks
And speaking candidly.
She does not look
Up from her drink
Where she watches
Time pass.
She’s learned
That waiting seems better
In a room
Full of strangers.
