Weekend Alcoholic

I can almost taste the Malibu & Coke

The salt on my skin.

The light from a rusty old lamp

Perfect for hiding my hot cheeks

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Beep

“I’m back, how has your day been?”

Beep

“Welcome back, perfect now” 

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“Forgive me but have we met?

You seem oddly familiar”

“Allow me to introduce myself.

I’m the girl you’ll fall for, but never have the courage to tell”

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Good Morning, Miss Sunlight.

Best message received. Ever.

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I still have that black dress

From the night we first met

After months of just talking

Meeting you, was like coming home

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“I’m back and I’m starving. Where are you? Work?”

“Welcome back. Yes. Drop in at office. We have pol sambol and paan!”

“What will your friends think if I come?”

In my heart – “That I’m the luckiest girl in the world”

What I typed – “Nothing”

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And just like that,you married her

The one you said you’d never touch with a barge pole.

And just like that, I loved him true

I am the gin to his tonic

You were my weekend alcoholic.

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Did it make things easier?

The 6 year radio silence?

Coz if it did, then I forgive you.

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“Walking to the gate. I hate this walk. Everyone stares”

“Have you really looked at people? Don’t you recognise the stare? What do you see? Look again”

“I can’t stare back at people just like that…” 

“Oh god you’re right. How did you know?”

” 🙂 “

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“Just got in. On the way to the airport. What’s your day looking like tomorrow?”

“Just boarded. Talk to u when we touch down 🙂 ”

“Just landed. What’s up?”

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I wasn’t the empty canvas you wanted to paint. Did my ambition scare you? Did you also know, you were a love I’d have crossed oceans for.