Happy Hour

Having a Guinness

thinking of him

wish he was here

and not just a whim

We'd get mellow

which a chat and a drink

he'd give me a peck

people would blink

Then with decorum

we'd continue our talk

Later on

we'd go for a walk

Over to my place 

it's not very far

we'd look at the moon

and perhaps see a star

On, damn, I'm rambling

lost in my dream

my heart filled with yearnings

a familiar scheme

Other patrons are smiling

and wishing me well

curious they are

this I can tell

I return their smiles

and continue to write

they'd never guess

this non-lover's plight

Longing for someone

who won't look  my way

impatiently waiting

for some future day

When we join together

with joy and with bliss

Nothing would ever

be better than this

So I savour my Guinness

and thinks he's a fool

He doesn't know what he's missing

now  that's just plain cruel

"Ellecee"

Inspired by today's prompt from
imaginary garden with real toads