To a New Place
She sat there at the bar waiting for a drink
all she could do was, about him think.
The same question replaying in her head,
why would he want someone else instead.
Her flowing blond hair hung across her face
and her eyes were damp with love's hurting trace.
With a broken hearted voice she asked for a drink
of anything that would help her to not of him think.
A whiskey shot is what the caring bartender brought
and through out the night after her safety he sought.
Names were exchanged between the two and what a
surprise when his wife is the one her man had that was
new.
Funny how life moves us to a new place and the love the
caring bartender gave to her, removed love's hurting trace,
forever from her lovely face.
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