Portrait

A rotating penthouse
In the tallest building in the capital.
Slightly drunk,
Slightly high,
Slightly old but filthy rich,
He sits on his sofa.

The wine bottle is half empty
The gulz around are half naked,
attempting at humor and seduction
to attract his attention.

He seems to be least interested.
May be too much of the same thing.
And again he thinks of her.
With tears in his eyes,
He realizes
What he missed.

He thought
That this is not what he had wanted.
Well, then how did he get all this?
He then realized,
These are precisely what he had wanted,
And She was what he had needed.
He had got what he had wanted.
And these wants - he no more needed.
And what he needed was long gone.
Into the oblivion of the past.