I sit in the bar alone. I look into my drink and wonder what might have been. Yeah, love played me for a fool yet again. I guess I'm doomed to a life of being and staying alone. What did I do wrong? I was nice to her. I opened doors for her,helped her with her jacket, complimented her.Well,yeah, I told her I wanted a girlfriend as well --- is this such a crime? Perverted perhaps? Obviously after all this time I still have no clue how this works. Guess I'll just sit here and mull it over. I guess I didn't have the right words to say. Perhaps I still don't.
Oh,this isn't you,I can hear you say. You're just having a bad day. You haven't felt like yourself lately. No, actually...this is the real me. I've been hiding under a mask of grins all this time. I have to wear a smile......or else I would have to explain why I don't have one on. They wouldn't understand anyway.
Meanwhile,the bar is full of people drinking and having a wonderful time. I watch...keeping my distance. Sinatra's on the jukebox. Perfect soundtrack music to how I feel right now. Johnny the bartender refills my drink and tells me, "You'll be fine. You'll meet her yet. See, I have an instinct about these things. She clearly didn't deserve you. You'll see." I thank him for his words and tip him generously. He always could make me feel better however temporary.
A woman comes in alone. She is a vision in black. I am awestruck by her beauty. She sits next to me, and I feel panic! I want to say hi to her, but I feel gunshy. Suddenly I see the ring on her finger. Disappointment. I look into my drink again.
Suddenly, Johnny yells "Last call!" I watch as people try to get theirs before it's too late. The woman had left...her husband had met her here and they went off somewhere. Last call. Yeah, last call for hope. I guess I'll always love the one who jilted me. I go over and over in my head...she tried to tell me in many different ways,but finally it got through to me how she really felt. I guess nothing I said ever got through,did it? C'est la vie. I guess I'll just go home to sleep and face things tomorrow. A chill goes through me when I realize I'm as alone as when I was born. Must stop thinking like this! I go home......perhaps tomorrow will bring a new perspective.