Perfect Brew

By Gaurav Parab

Thinking of her as I walk into the watering hole

A live band plays a little bit of pretentious soul

The usual big men with their trophy wives

The usual beautiful women clueless about their lives.

She walks out of my memory and sits besides me

I move my arm through her then I count till three

She disappears and then she is back by my side

She always loved to be found so she could again hide.

I nod towards the bunch of fools around us

Her ghost slaps my wrist When did you learn to cuss?

Look at em’, I tell her. Look at em’ stupid girls

Pretending to be women with their shining pearls

You were different, you were you.

Come on, her dark black eyes suddenly go wide

Why don’t you blame those stupid men by their side

They are all clueless little boys in expensive suits

With calculated strides and shining boots

You were different, you were you.

We both laugh out aloud, the bartender only hears me

Sometimes I miss those days when you and I were we

She smiles and she squeezes my shaking hand

I got to go now, I hope you understand.

I shake my head, let me tell you before you go

Why I loved you maybe you should know

You were a girl who never wanted to be a woman

You were a woman who was a girl

The perfect brew.

You were just you.

She returns to the colors of the dust with a wink

As I return to my drink.