Stranger (Poem #17)

Alone she is waiting for the drink.
Alone I am waiting for the bill.
I am done early, all my bad
should I pretend to extend or leave sad.
As I stare, she too, with my mind getting nosy.
Eyes turning red by the reflection of her glossy.
I look left then to the right,
she looks bright, straight to the eyes.

Is that a wink
Or a quick blink?

As I move with one leg at a time,
My mom calls to be on time.
Hours went beholding the stranger,
Another attempt ending in founder.
As it happens, it happens again.
All my bills going in vain.

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