As everyone held their glasses
Filled with nothing but straws and left over lemon and ice,
She was sitting,
Staring and looking, by turn,
At the chaos around
She drowned in the noise of their chatter,
Hearing some, and listening to some,
Of what they spoke
She drowned in the fading tunes
Of the Guns And Roses
She was there, but somewhere else altogether
Not thinking much,
but thoughts hovered about her head
Why was she quiet?
That thought never occurred
Maybe, she wanted to listen for a change
Maybe, she wanted to do what she did most- Observe
The pool of dim light adding to the gloom
The random cheers from nearby tables,
Seemed to have no effect on her
Though she sat in poised sophistication,
On high bar-stools; She cheaply bit her nails
With one elbow resting gently on the cluttered table
Whilst her face bore no expression,
Her thoughts were seeking
A way of letting themselves out
Whilst her actions were
In a slow movie-like motion,
Her thoughts ran wild
It was her first time there,
Probably even her last
As her soul weakened
But she could say nothing,
As thoughts brimmed her heart,
That girl, in the Irish Bar.
