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