back to the bar

courtesy of cafe writing, which provided me with the following photo by: l. h. prior, as my inspiration

i went back to the bar
where i met you
been so long
i just couldn’t forget
how much i loved you
back in the beginning
in that smoky old bar
where we met

i went back to the bar
just to find you
but neither you
nor the bar was still there
i felt so damn old
as i stood there all alone
then i realized
“i no longer belong here.”

so i left the part of you
i’ve hung on to
on the one leftover
red pleather chair
and i said adios
to both you, and the bar
blew a kiss, and
got the hell outta there….