A floor above

Memories of creaking floor boards
Cigarette smokes, empty laughter
Butt jokes told by flaming lighters
Those were the gatherings of Lords.

Noise fan in and out
Music for the sad
Magic from the night
Secrets on display
Intrusive scents from shoes
Loud slaps on tables

Voices sometimes came in whispers
Hollering in mad arguments
Women served as augments
And the occasional whimpers

We were outsiders
Curious eavesdroppers
Plagued by events above
Bidding for when
We would visit
And partake of things above us.

Je sais que ce jour arrive
C’est la merveille de vivre

Vera