I catch a glimpse
I catch a glimpse of you and life is a parade. The march of people dressed in dreamy colors, a live long eye treat. The lively bunch, sipping on cocktails, glistening in festive sun. There’s laughter and charm. You feel it for sure, and the feeling is right there, the feeling of love. But you’re not in love. You’re in pain. You’re at a bar. It’s late at night. You’re drunk. And it’s the best day of your life. "You're the oldest here. How'd you get that job?" "Because I had some experience." "Well, that's not much. You haven't been here long." "Some. Some." "I don't know how you survived. I'd have given up months ago." "Oh, I'm a good worker." "I bet you are. But I'd like to see some proof."