His brittle heart kept him from sobriety
Withered bar stools
A place he wept so quietly
Indulging in the sorrow
Stuck within his soul
Living in the heartache
His time so often spent alone

She illuminated the darkness
Skulking in his skull
He felt hope with her hand held close
Tightly now he gripped the glass
Colors faded and returned to black
He wished upon his amber ale
As the bubbles rushed to top
He wished his love could have been enough