Refuge Poem by Charles Hancock

I watched her take refuge in a glass of bourbon
She seemed as though she was vexed
The cause of which, I could not yet determine

She appeared to have sent someone a text
I wondered if it was to a former lover
And I waited to see what would happen next

I gazed at her face to see what I could discover
She quickly sipped the barrel-aged liquor
Finishing the libation, she called for another

Glancing at the screen, she let out a snicker
It was time for me to go over and say hello
So I offered to buy her another jigger

Her reply was no, but she'd take a glass of Bordeaux
She smiled, revealing the sad girl behind the curtain
I realized that she was someone I wanted to know

An evening of laughs, innuendos, and flirtin'
Worked wonders to deaden her pain
Lift her up, and ease her burden

She said she didn't think I would feign
My friendship and that she preferred
Verses written in terza rima in lieu of quatrain

Thus documenting this night in rhyming word