Poetry

The Rainbow Eyes and Her Silly Boyfriend

Some kind of poetry

Photo by Lane Jackman on Unsplash

Do you remember that picture you take, of yourself?
You know, the one you took while I was at work,
And you were prepared to go out, as soon as I got home?
Your eyes were,
Like your mom says,
A rainbow,
The most beautiful rainbow I have ever seen.

That night, in that very small bar,
On that carnival night,
You were, as usual, the most beautiful girl in there.
And I, well…
I was me.

I remember I ordered two vodkas,
Just vodka,
And the apprentice of bartender gives me two ballon glasses full of vodka.
It was almost an entire bottle in those glasses,
I drink mine,
And you, well…
You gave two sips,
And gave me the glass.

After two hours, the two glasses had gone,
I felt like a Russian,
And probably, just probably,
I shouldn’t have drive back home.
But you didn’t have a drivers license,
And we were…