Memories Of Her Poem by Kathleen Weibe

He sits alone on a bar stool
sipping on a drink in a filthy place
songs over played of love and hurt

Next to him is an old man
telling stories of forgotten times
and past loves and a short skirt

For he cant seem to get her out of his mind
he roams his fingers in his hair
drowns himself in whiskey and beer

The fowl stench of perfume fills the air
looks around to see if she stepped in
repeated words where did we go wrong my dear?

Her voice whispers in his head
everything he sees reminds him of her
even the softness of her touch

Favorite past times are just a memory
another lost soul in a dingy place like this
telling himself he needs her so much

How did we end up like this he asks himself
looks at a woman with flowing brown hair
for a split second he thought it was her

A smile came and gone so quickly
holding a single rose
ordering another bottle of liqueur

Holding a picture just to take another glance
says a prayer for his only love
as he sits alone sipping on his drink.