A Questionable Portrait

Slumped over the bar

Sagging skin and a heart

Both his spine and his eyes

Were a question mark

His weathered face searched

For reasons behind the hurt

Of lyrics differently heard

By each of its interpreters

"This is the saddest song written"

(Words slurred from his frown)

His gaze turned to his drink

As though he might drown

I studied him, then looked to you

And wondered out loud, "What did he do?"

Understanding my question, 

You avoided the reflection

And silently wondered

                             if that would be you 

Slumped over the bar

Sagging heart and skin,

Questions in your eyes,

Longing for something.