Voodoo.

The clinks from the glasses and the jokes at the table, all lost in his buzzed mind 

He's somewhere there, nowhere closer, in that transitional moment, the cacophony well behind

The lost memories surface, like a flood..her eyes, her touch, her laugh, her smell

Days have passed, distance grown, and yet the vice of her fist around his heart hasn't loosened, the lump in the throat is ever more pronounced

Her, the voodoo girl.... and he's back, getting the joke now and muffles out a laughter..


~A~