The 'tender Poem by Lillian B. Rose

The man of my dreams is buried
In the clouds of a starless night
I am too young to feel so old
I am the one people overlook
Can't you see me standing there?

In the shadows my eyes watch
My sailor drink by the shot
It took courage for you to pause tonight
The 'Tender stopping as you flipped
Over the glass; knowledge is passed

I quiver in the dark as you pass
For once more I approach your stool
To drown the memory
The 'Tender knows my order before I place it
For it's always the same and tonight is no exception

We don't speak as he pours
I toss my hair to keep the tears back
Every night is the same
He has us to set his watch by
But tonight he smiles

His fingers slide an extra napkin
To me with two words in black letters
Running my hand through my hair
Putting down the drink, I lift the napkin
"Sorry..... Drae"