Saturday, July 14, 2007

Bartender...

leave the bottle.
I'd go home if
I thought she might
be waiting.

6 comments:

Irrelephant said...

It's interesting how the little ones, the short, sweet poems can really stick you where it stings. *s* It's a sad image, but I can see it clear.

Snog Dot said...

Yeah, I feel like that sometimes...as you well know.

The Bottom Of The Swamp said...

Thee are many levels of attraction: Physical, emotional, friendship, infatuation, lust, love...maybe many more. The inability to distinguish those often leads to "Bartender.. leave the bottle." Leads to other problems as well.

Jean said...

Irrelephant - sometimes a few words say much.

Jack - yes, I know.

tbots - indeed, they often overlap in our minds and cause misunderstanding and pain.

Desert Cat said...

Nah, if she's waiting that's all the more reason to stay. She's got daggers in her eyes and razors on her fingertips. Best to let the sleeping lie...

Jean said...

D.C. - hmmm... if that's the scene, he might want a second bottle.