estee lauder

late at night
while walking home
from elaine's
apartment in
the city,
under the summer
moon with a spring
in my step,
whistling a tune,
tucking my shirt
in, i stumbled
and fell after
being struck
from behind
by someone
demanding my wallet,
my money, my
phone and keys.
i recognized
the perfume she
was wearing, in
fact i had bought
it for her.
she screamed at me
as i rolled over,
holding my head,
how could you do
this to me, she
bellowed, how,
how, how. she
looked beautiful
in the moonlight.
there was passion
in her eyes.
i loved that
perfume on her,
she looked lovely,
despite the fact
that she was now
poking me with
the steel tip
of her umbrella.