Sat at the end of the bar, just staring into space, you've been nursing the same drink now for 30 minutes, not that I've been watching you. Oh how I would love to be able to read your mind, to know have you once thought of me, are you thinking of me right now?
From my seat in the corner I can see most of the bar without being spotted. I've seen the way everyone looks at you as they walk in or head towards the bar. The guys eyes all go to your long legs, then make their way up your body. I know exactly what they are thinking, I have been thinking the same for the last hour.
You know you have peoples attention, I can see that look in your eye and the way you tease the edge of the glass with your lips. Occasionally dipping your index finger into the glass and then running your tongue around and around to lick the clear liquid off your tip seductively.
Memories flood my mind, memories I have pushed away time and time again. Slowly I shake my head, why am I here, watching you, hoping you look up and see me?
Picking up my glass and emptying the contents in one swift gulp, throwing some loose change on the table top I start to make my way out the bar, for the millionth time asking myself why did I even come here tonight, yet knowing the answer already. You look in my direction but your drink glazed eyes don't even see me or do they?
My head is still full of a million questions, questions I should of asked you, answers I should of demanded, but now its too late.
Reaching the door, I turn just once more, in some vain hope you are still watching or even following me. You are back to staring straight ahead and as I open the door and the chilled air hits my face I get that familiar lost, empty feeling that has engulfed me all these months.