The two-week old break up is but a vacation
Long-needed, with one just enjoying, forgetting...
Yet, It's like a fault that runs deep inside her heart under the friendly arms of alcohol,
She watches re-run of past drama episodes.
The frenzied fights over forgotten special dates
Is now playing in her mind. And another flash,
A classical contest between his hours of hobby
And their supposes time spent together shows
At the movie marathon of memories.
A call for celebration, her three friends view,
Is the hostess for this party; she tries to clear
Her mind now with cobwebs, chasing bottles of beer.
One by one, the shots flow down her throat like brimstones,
Each gulp is a wishing star to drown her heart.
Ond last ghost had passed by, and she pauses and muses.
She was his 6th girlfriend, he had said.
And he was her 3rd conqueror already...
But she truly wanted to be his last.
Downing her last bottle, the ghost leave her now... Just for now.
