Friend in bar

A met a friend in a bar last night

A girl from a far away past

We counted and worked out that it’d been more than seven years

Since we saw each other last

She looked so much older I’d have to say

She uses to dress so lovely and smart

Now her colours, they were faded and her hair was a mess

Her expression was tired and hard

I asked her what she had been up to since then

She hesitated a while

She drew a nervous breath and sighed “not much to be honest”

Through a shame-faced smile

We sat there all night

side by side

The conversation was slow

A few times I got up and said: “Ok, well…”

But I could tell she didn’t want me to go

At three in the morning she suddenly said:

“Truth is I’ve done nothing at all

My mind’s been much too busy thinking of a man

And waiting for him to call.”

He left me on the day I turned 21

For years now I’ve been on my own

I’m scared that if I change or if I leave my house too long

I won’t be there when he decides to come home.”

I asked about the man and her eyes lit up !

The taste of his name brought her right out of her shell

She said: “It wasn’t always easy , he’s a complicated man

But I know he loves me and I know he meant well.”

“He still calls now and then in the dead of my nights

He askes if I am alone in bed

And I tell him: “Babe, of course I am, I am yours now and for ever,

PLEASE DON’T HANG UP!!!

…And the line goes dead!…”

Wow, nice guy…

I met a friend in a bar last night

A girl that lives in the past

I got up in my feet and I ran out

Thinking: “Please, don’t let me catch the cruel disease she has!”

Ra

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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