Confession To a Bartender

He would sit on the same stool everyday And watch, as I tended bar Conversation flowing between us As I kept refreshing his jar At the end of my shift, I’d sit with him And we’d put the world to right Forgetting the world around us Talking ‘til well into night Days became weeks, weeks became months Our friendship growing strong Then one day he made the confession That his heart, to me, did belong That we were meant to be together Since the day I walked into his life And down on one knee, he asked me If I would consider becoming his wife Although now passed on, I couldn’t have asked For a husband more loving, or tender Or the twenty five years of wedded bliss From his ‘Confession to a bartender’. For Natalie The Rogue Rhymer's contest