RESTROOM RESERVATIONS

Years from now
In an unknown tone
In a familiar town, may be
You'll sit around
At a cosy gathering
And poignantly remark-
"Oh yes, he did
Ask me out
And thank God I said
A no, you know!"
Then, a little later
With full conviction
You'll excuse yourself
Into the restroom
To clear a sudden
Dirt in your eye.

Upon your return
Nothing in the world
Would have changed-
Its rightful course
Or delayed it's flow
Everything remains
As it were before
And hoping no one
Spots the difference
You'll confidently try
Once again to be
The high spirits
Of under dim ceilings-
But the mascara's faded.

-K.G.