When she stepped into the barroom
He felt that old desire
What he thought he had forgotten-
Embers of their fire
She only glanced around the tables
Didn’t know he would be there
It was only when she saw him
Remembered how she cared
Life had come between them
Separation by their pasts
Sad desolation caused them not to last.
Cruelty of circumstance, and
Tragedy would have its dance,
Couldn’t overcome it, were given no last chance.
He picked up the bottle, leaving memories behind
Didn’t try to speak to her, thinking it more kind.
She pretended not to see him
But her heart was well aware
She wouldn’t let him see any feeling she might care.
Love and life sometimes, is not that pictured book
She turned and left hurriedly, without a second look.