Last shot!

Like two agents under cover,
We had agreed to meet for a cup of coffee at Java,
I had made time to try and mend broken ties,
To try and musk the numerous lies,
Hope i would pull her legs this time,
Least she would not buy it and break into cries.

Across the floor are two oldie,
Trying to reconstruct the fading memories,
They gazed lazily into each others eyes,
Determined not to loose the passion,
Which reminded me of my mission,
That made my whole body numb.

The joint makes me feel out of place,
It is full of men who are soberly dressed,
The kind that match the ties with the eyes,
The extremist are wearing suites,
Like they have court dates,
That is why my baggy jeans don't fit,not my waist but their taste.

Carefully calculating her steps she makes for our table,
As part of the norm i stand up and offer to pull her a chair,
Time has whiled by so fast since she last left,
But still in my world she is the most beautiful of them all,
And even though we quarrel and fight,
I still want to make her my wife.