Sad Darren

Sat at the pub table

I see a friend approach

Blue jeans white t-shirt

Six feet and a good two inches

Darren

He’s looking toward me

I raise my glass

Half way

But he doesn’t respond

I change mid lift

And drink

It’s not Darren

Alike in every way

But sad

Another man

 

Reviews

[Brenden Taylor]

Wonderful poem, man. That feeling sucks, and you present truthfully.