In my corner of the lounge

     Nursing a glass of gin.

     Peering through the blue tinged light

     I saw her saunter in.

     A red scarf around her neck

     Red purse held in her hand.

     A cool vision dressed in black

     A babe in wonderland.

    She ordered a dry white wine

    And lit her cigarette.

    Looked intently at the bar

    By now the hook was set.

    A mark came to the table

    Conversation begun.

    Negotiations over

    The deal was quickly done.

   I watched them go out the door

   And drank my gin and ice.

   For the woman who just left

   Was once my loving wife.

   She wanted it all at once

   I could not match her pace.

   So I see her now and then

   In this forsaken place.

   We never exchange a word

   For what is done is done.

   two souls were briefly captured

   In a web fate had spun.

   Raymond Morrow