Do You Think He's Talking All Intellectual To That Girl?

Faces blurred now
from too much smoke "But
Mark, you're only home twice a year!"
and I forgot to ask for the night off at work in time
sooooo...
that's where we were.
And everyone was smoking,
as always,
the foul stench of cigarettes, like boiled cabbage, is still comforting and
the confused brunette gave me a drunken kiss on the cheek!
but the lights were up now (which she ignored) as she
ignored my disinterest as she
ignored my fiance sitting
five feet away.
who is one of the few people you care to see when you come back
twice a year
(which is still more than I eat boiled cabbage, anyway)