I have almost no regrets about you
I enjoyed our time we spent at the beach bar
And the few nights we spent together
I feel, however, I possibly enjoyed these more than you
For after a week you became board with some part or parts of it
You no longer showed up at my door
You stopped taking and returning calls
Well, such is life
We move on
I had no hard feelings, and I hoped you didn’t either
There is, however, one small thing about you
Which causes my blood to run hot, redden my face
The beach bar, you see, is where I met you
I had seen you in there before
And I’ve seen you there since
But, much to my displeasure
I accidentally told you of my ‘secret’ pub
A place I don’t frequent often
And a safe haven, where I don’t know anyone
And no one knows me
I love it because it’s like a mini vacation getaway
I have a few cocktails, talk briefly with others, and get a little writing done
Nothing exceptional, but it’s mine
My secret spot
I ventured there a few days ago
And saw you on my favorite coner stool
You had a group of interested old men around
Laughing much too loud and occasionally
Pointing in my direction
So my time here was up
I finished my drink, left a tip and headed to the door
‘Come back soon’, was belched for one of the old geezers
Followed by high decibel laughter, from that whole gang
I calmly gave the finger in return
But never looked back
© Dicky J Loweman 2014
Now THIS was a nice mini-tragedy
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