Lonely Drinker

The gentle man with musician’s hands
Sits alone and stares at his lonely pint
Half empty, half full.
He sinks the beer, bitter,
And watches as oblivious drinkers drift through the door
All idle chatter and careless faces,
Light not lost,
Whilst he dreams and longs for her,
Maybe,
And looks for answers at the bottom of his glass
That are not there,
Like her,
He’s empty.

 

 

 

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