Presence

I am always here with you
despite the fact that my Presence is often forgotten.
Taken for granted
only called upon when you realize
There is something I can do for you.
what does it say about me, that I
Let it go on?
Invisible me, trying to capture a reflection in the mirror.

The Shark

When I listen to music I am usually developing several scenarios in my mind that are occurring while the song is playing. This is one story that came to my mind while listening to Eliot Lipp- The Shark. Listen to the song while you read and maybe you will feel a similar vibe.

Seems like things are finally working in my favor. The street is crowded with people stopping, talking, walking, running, bike riding; yet they are clearing a path for me. I am commanding attention and they are receiving none of mine, I'm a woman on a mission. Just leaving from a late lunch  meeting I am dressed to kill.  My green blouse is tucked neatly into my knee length black pencil skirt and I'm wearing my favorite pair of wedges. I slowly put on my big shades which were the only things holding back my curly tresses. Now is not the time for someone to try and make eye contact with me.  He really thought he was going to play me for a fool, little did he know his stupid self sent the email to the wrong person. You didn't choose the right V in your address book sweetheart. It didn't take me long to figure out what was going on, he had plans of meeting up with his secretary before he came home. I just don't get how he can be so reckless; well I have something for him.  I'm going to be the one he sees when he walks into that hotel room. I called his secretary right up; I knew they would be more than willing to oblige knowing full well who the real boss is at the end of the day. As I get closer to the Waldorf Astoria I can't contain the wide grin that slowly creeps onto my face. I've given him the benefit of the doubt several times, trusting him to run one of the largest offices for my father's company. To think he was really trying to pull one over on me. Foolishly blinded by my love for this man all I can do is shake my head. This is a nice suite he got for them to only be in it for a few hours. Haha knowing him they probably won't need it for that long.  I make myself more than comfortable in the leather chair by the window overlooking downtown. I wish I had my camera with me so  I could capture his expression once he realizes his little before dinner "snack" is ruined.  You can't slick a slickster my Grandmother always told me, and she's right! My heart is beating quickly and it's getting harder for me to contain my laughter. Something like this should make me sad, confused, or downright angry but all I want to do is laugh. I hear someone outside of the door. It must be him, I can always count on his punctuality. He walks in the door calling out to see if anyone is here yet and his jaw drops once he sees me sitting in the chair. Now it's his turn to look like a fool while I slowly sip my wine and glare at him with the look of irritation in my eyes. Guess you were expecting Vernon......