Liquid Evening by Gail Constable

The night did not start

Well with bickering on

The phone, smoothed

Over by two drinks at

One establishment

Before moving on to

The plain wooden

Doors of Angels' Bar 

She ordered drinks as

He headed to the

Facilities to avoid

Paying, an evening of

Shared memories until

The rocking music from

The jukebox became a

Game of name that

Tune, drinks flowed

Throughout ensuring

The time there would

Be a blur, mumbling

Goodbyes, they

Grabbed a cab to her

Place, where talk was

Declining until she

Turned on the tv and

News of war had him

Crying tears on her

Shoulder as his terrors

Leaked out, stories

She'd heard a dozen 

Times but ones that cut

Him open like bullets,

Sunrise urged them

To sleep in each other's

Arms, overserved, yes,

But sometimes broken

People needed the

Comforting flow to

Bring them closer and

While they might not

Remember it, they 

Would be back again

When they wanted a

Night to forget.

Gail Constable is a published poet, mother, grandmother and friend. Her second love is singing so she can be found weekly at her hole in the wall bar belting out tunes. Gail currently resides on beautiful Cape Breton Island in Canada.