Nightcap

I love the time walking up to his bar
expecting the night, I spend with him.
When I opened the door,
he was looking at the entrance which I just opened as if
he knew that I would come.
Our eyes met.
Then he lifted the corner of his mouth
and looked up to the clock on the wall.
The long hand on it showed
20 minutes before closing the bar,
that means
I could spend time with him alone
after 20 minutes.
I sat at the corner of the counter
as usual.
He built a cocktail
and put it in front of me
without saying anything.
When I looked up to him, he just said,
Irish Coffee.
I thought for a while, then he said in soft tones,
You want another one?
No, I just wanted to know the reason—.
He did not reply and walked to other guests.
After these two went out from here,
he called my name in a whisper.
I turned off the light on a store board,
closed the curtain, and locked the entrance.
Then,
he started making another drink for himself.
The sound of his shaker filled my ears.
Tonight is still young.

A Letter to You
I might be:
one of your best friends,
and a good roommate,
because I could feel
what you wanted me to do,
and did it for you.
When you wanted to spend time alone,
I caught that,
and went out of our room for a walk.
And after several tens of minutes or more,
I went back
with something, you liked in my hand.

I was an actress,
always masking my emotions,
and pretending to be a friend of yours.
Sometimes I felt sorry
for my hiding everything,
though it was the only way of
being with you.

Yesterday,
I heard that you would marry him,
so, this might be the last one
I write about you.
There was nothing I left undone.
All I wanted to you
was to say I loved you.