I notice her sitting across the bar. She gulps down another glass in a futile attempt to drown her sorrows in alcohol. I make way towards her and within minutes we are engaged in a conversation. Her eyes resemble yours , a sort of warm brown that reminds me of hot chocolate.

All I had to do was say the right words at the right moments and provide a shoulder to cry upon. She confides her sadness to a stranger like an open diary and I provide solace with empty promises.

Every night the stories were different. Each story was a colourful thread , woven into the canvas of melancholy , waiting to be written.

A couple of drinks later , we go back to her apartment. I kiss her passionately and she kisses me back. I slowly undress her , admiring her beauty. I bite softly on her neck. She closes her eyes.

Tonight was wild. I lay back exhausted and look at her , she smiles. After a while she slowly drifts off to sleep in the arms of a stranger.

I make way to the balcony and light a cigarette. I look at the starless sky and smile. On such nights , when I'm drunk and happy , sometimes I think of you , sometimes I don't.

KK