Separation Gets One Out & About
- Earl Fowler
- 2 days ago
- 1 min read
Quinn McIlhone
I renounce her at Christmas
but fly back from Florida
in mid-January
to find the city electric
only because she’s in it,
the winter sun red gold
like she did her hair for me,
even the snow alluring
in that I’ll share it with her.
My plane sails by her building
and the flight seems destiny.
I expect her to be at the airport,
on business, whatever,
but there to meet me by chance.
If we are in the same city,
surely we’ll be together.
I stake out her office
next day, so overwrought
I end up in Thursday’s,
as if she’d spend an afternoon
in a Crescent Street bar.
I’ve been unhinged for months
– I’m sure she’ll walk in.
I have you safely stashed
at home the evening
of her office party
and know she’s friendly
with the guest of honour
and will be at the get-together.
I’m certain of the venue,
a hotel bar near her office,
so I walk there after work
only to find it deserted.
I check another lounge
but still no party
and torture myself
with visions of her flirting
with other men
as I charge Swann-like
to her office local,
looking for someone
who knows where everyone
has gone. Nursing a pint,
a night supervisor tells me
he thinks they went to a boîte
on St. Laurent but isn’t sure
they’d still be there.
I accept a beer from him
rather than face
another empty club.
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