Champagne

Champagne
by Jude Kyrie

Through the blue smoke rings I see her

Beautiful to see her sweet smile again.

On his arm she looks so lovely.

In my hand a glass of champagne

We used to sit together

at that table in the bar.

Her eyes so bright and blue

Now she sits so close with you

Don’t let her look, don’t let her see

Please don’t let her turn to me.

The smoke is burning in my eyes

That’s why my tears are falling

Grown men do not cry.

A drink it helps to fight the pain

I lift my glass and sip Champagne.

They dance so lovingly together  

Just them two upon the floor.

I leave my champagne on the bar

And quietly walk out of the door.