Closing time came sooner than expected,
When she said she wasn’t coming any more.
“I know this hand so well.” she said, reflecting,
With a tender wistful smile he still adored.
“Merlin’s” the bar where the break-up occurred,
The magic, making romance disappear,
With clear compelling reasons that were heard
How now is dour what once was found so dear.
Their six-year tryst was twisting in the wind,
Before expressing their love’s last farewell,
She made her best attempt at being kind,
Although no hope was present, he could tell.
Not blessed and pressed, caressing down the aisle,
but lost within the radiance of her smile.

(c) Ken Sullivan 2020