Today I poured a cup of whiskey for a man that’ll never drink it,
The bartender said, “where’s your friend”?
“In heaven” I replied.
Her face looked solemn,
And for a second I swear I saw her have a flashback in her eyes,
She poured another cup of whiskey,
“For the ones that left too early, this one’s on the house”.
And so the glasses stayed there,
Un-drank, all night.
When I went to leave they were still sitting,
Lonely against the countertop.
I walked by in the morning, there was a police line by the door.
The bartender took a shotgun after closing and used it on herself.
Through the window, I could still see the glasses of untouched whiskey,
But instead of two glasses, there were three.
Interesting Pia. Some hurt and soul in this one.
Ryan
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Thank you very much Ryan 😍❤️🙏
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WHOA.
This hurts in a beautiful way. Thank you.
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Thank you so much kind sir 🙂
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