I came to her party with him
We were prepared for an awkward reception
"Who is he?" she asked, sipping a martini
"Who do you think?" I answered, nonchalant
"A friend?" she guessed, her glass still.
"More than," I replied, and speared a grape.
For a moment she was speechless.
Then she exclaimed, "Do you mean-"
"Does it come as a shock?"
"Well, I don't know…I -"
"Am not surprised?" I finished for her.
"What will I tell the others?"
"Something they have always suspected."
"Your life will be so hard…"
"I was never one to take the easy way out."
He came over from the bar with drinks
Irish Cream on the rocks for me,
A Black Russian for himself
I introduced them, took his hand. He smiled.
She shook her head. "Come on, then."
We went.
