whiskey on my breath......

i was initially in a dilemma whether to formulate this idea s a short story or a poem....but in the end poem won...so here it is....

Sitting in the lounge,watching her serve,

In the matt monotone of bistro,

I snapped at her for erring my order

With whiskey  on my breath.

                                   I saw her turn around , tears down her eyes

                                  Through the fuzz of her skirt,

                                   Running on the aisle

                                   With whiskey on my breath.

I dash for the door,leaving my coat hung

Outside I watch her still on run,

Through the pounding rain

With whiskey on my breath.

                       Sitting at the steering wheel,I fumble for the ignition.

                        Looking for her through wind shield

                        I start with a screech,

                        With whiskey on my breath.

I see her on the pavement,alongside the road

I shout  from the window

With steering on the hold,

With whiskey on my breath.

                       Through the roaring engine, I hear a small thud,

                        I feel her beneath my jalopy’

                        Pavement splattered with blood

                        With whiskey on my breath.

·           *   *   *   *  *   *

Back at home I answer the door bell,

A waiter has come,

 to return my hung coat

but today there’s no whiskey on my breath.

                                Skeptical, I search pockets thinking it’s a gig,

                                Checking the wallet, I found her pic.

                                Holding my baby,with me smiling by her side

                  Oh! M sorry.. today I got no whiskey on my breath to hide.