Before they turn the lights out.

It's a busy night. Many conversations happening around me as I walk towards the bar. People talking about their day, what they plan for the weekend, and dreading having to go back to work on Monday. My eyes wander around, observing my surroundings. I glance towards the floor making sure I don't step on anyone's feet. As I start looking up they catch my attention. I focus on her pumps, classic black and I notice a hint of red soles. "She's got taste" I thought. My eyes slowly look up. Her calves are smooth and nicely toned, with a shine to them. Her dress comes below the knees, royal blue in color. Not very common to see. Usually it's a little black dress or a red one. But not hers. The dress hugs her body, complimenting her curves gracefully. Her hair, so dark it shines blue in the light. Wavy, layered, reaching her neck. She seems to be looking for someone at the bar. No, she's not looking for anyone. She's looking for an empty seat. None available. She turns, facing my direction. Her lips are luscious, covered in a crimson red lipstick. Her face has this look of delicacy with a hint of maturity. She smiles. Beautiful smile with the cutest dimples. I smirk at the sight. I noticed she's looking right at me. We make eye contact. Her sparkling blue eyes piercing right through me. "This is no ordinary woman" I think to myself. I smile at her and start making my way towards her. She glances me head to toe. Navy suit, white oxford shirt with a gray tie. Brown leather wingtip shoes to finish. She smirks with approval. I'm standing in front of her. Our eyes gazing at each other. Even with her heels she's about an inch and a half shorter than me. "Hello." I said, with a friendly tone. "Hello" she smiled. That smile...those eyes...that look...this feeling...something I haven't felt in years. I was right, she's no ordinary woman.

The moon of my life

As I sit here in darkness staring at the moon with Mars in the distance, listening to the crickets chirping, the rustling in the bushes, I can't help but wonder if you're looking at it too. The way the moon shines reminds me of the light you filled me with, the joy you gave me from the sight of your smile and the sound of your laughter. The way you pronounced certain words with a hint of English accent that I found most endearing. They still haunt me. Sometimes I can control it, but other times I succumb to these memories. You were bad for me. Far from perfect...but in your imperfections I was able to find the light and in that short time I was forever yours. That's the beauty about you. You were perfectly imperfect. A cloud is rolling under the moon now. Its distorting the light, most likely a sign that I should do the same with my memories of you.

Jose Alexander