Sara

Written by: R. e. taylor

Sara

One minute
One more shot in front of me
The bar is nearly empty
The girl behind the bar has shouted “last call”
Looking into the bottom of the glass
The world looks so beautiful
There is no pain to endure
Memories are gone in a fog
The world is so beautiful
Sara will be at home waiting for me
As she has so many nights before
Two o'clock the bar closes
I walk home through lonely streets
Other drunks wander aimlessly
I have a woman to go to
I get home and wander straight to the bed
Reaching over Sara is gone
Through the fog of alcohol I remember
I laid Sara to rest in the morning sun
Memories return and I cry the night through
Waiting for the bar to once again open
So I can see the world through the bottom of the glass
And Sara will be waiting for me once again