You shout <br />& I watch your mouth <br />move in silence <br />the champagne <br />(it's a good champagne) <br /> <br />drips down <br />my face <br />from the glass <br />which you still hold <br />pointed at me <br />like an exclamination mark <br />you storm out <br />(grab a cab) <br />disappear <br />into the night <br />as I race out <br />grab the very next cab <br /> <br />& shout <br />in a rather theatrical voice: <br />'Quick - follow that cab! ' <br />I laugh <br />thinking to myself <br />I always wanted to say that line <br />(but not in these circumstances <br />not at this time) . <br />Loving you was like <br />living in a bad B-movie! <br /> <br />...only always in glorious colour! <br />I tell the driver <br />how to get to your place <br />quicker than <br />you can <br />so that when your cab <br />pulls up... <br />there I am <br />flowers & champagne <br />in hand. <br /> <br />I pay off <br />both cabs <br />we laugh <br />kiss & make up <br />retire <br />as the end credits <br />roll up.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/living-in-a-b-movie/
