The bar keep lines up the drinks

Glasses filled throughout the night

The regulars smile and chuckle

Nudging each other sharing a joke

Ignoring the boy at the end of the bar

Pouring his sorrow in to a glass

His lips move silently conversing

With his silent invisible friend

Convinced the death of love has come his way at last

He sees nobody else and nobody sees him

His aim to bury his head in the sand

Without coming up for air

Whilst the girl in the corner with a guitar

Sings about all being alright in the morning

But he’s not convinced

Even though he turns and lifts his glass

In salute to the girl with the runaway smile

As he tries to break free from this season

Of want and despair believing he is the only one ever

She smiles the smile of a thousand others

She keeps in a file with songs which are Her’s

He sends over a drink and mouths a thank you

Before trying to leave

But ends up telling her of his battleship tales

Of once upon a time that have never come around

She says love fell out of bed and left you on the edge

But you don’t have to jump

I should know I have been there

And so, they talk and listen to each other’s tales

Of love and regret through the blood and the nails

Drinking whiskey and coffee

To the sinking of the moon and the rising of the sun

And the morning was fresh blue and bright

So, the pills and the knife were buried at sea

And the blooms in the park lit up the day

As she and he make their truce with love and death

Leaving behind all that is cursed