My patience came to the party
fashionably late
wearing plaid - cigar smoking
carrying Armani scented air.
We drank untill I forgot
how she looked - the way her hair flowed
my taste numbed
my vision blurred
my hand held out I saluted
'to our future, together'
pleased
to wait again.
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