Ooh chile! Dey say red man is d devil!
But the calming spirit of this one seemed aspirational.
Jiminy Cricket personified as a new mutual friend,
Hovered over his shoulder cheering on our conversation.
I listened intently, well not really, as I tried to ascertain my interest in him.
He spoke about his work, his admiration for his boss,
I smiled big, flipped my wig and nodded along “yes, of course”.
Glanced at my drink, his hands fidgeted with his,
He smiled, so did his hazel eyes.
Minutes passed, close to an hour,
We spoke about everything, except each other.
He knew I was a mother and how much I adored my daughter,
I knew he was introverted and how he despised parang-soca.
As the time and conversation progressed,
I hoped he would escort me to my address.
I waited for an offer,
I waited for a number,
I waited for evidence of interest besides the past hour.
Instead, with one hand around my waist, we said our goodbyes,
A kiss to my temple, good bye hazel eyes.