or was it the perception of a loss,
a novel emptiness, unknown to me ’til now?
There was a scribbled greeting in red lipstick
pinned to the outer part of our bathroom door,
explaining briefly she was leaving me for good,
and that a sudden haste allowed no further talk.
I rushed with purpose to my walnut-panelled bar,
where I was greeted by a favourite friend of mine.
‘Hi, Brother Jack’, I mumbled, got myself a glass.
And I could see that suddenly, and as of now
my world would be not only beautiful but free.
She left, so WHAT, one who was never welcome,
there are so many female fishes in the sea.
But, in comparison, I know a better way:
A gentleman named Jack – It works for me.