Another margarita again
alone in my window booth
Watching couples come and go
Another margarita again
missing him
The server asks if I’d like another
another margarita again
I sit and sip the pale green brew slowly licking the salted rim
missing him
Cherry sinks to the bottom
another margarita again
Lime absorbs the salt
orange makes it sweet again
missing him
Hot sauce is finished
chips are all gone
Another margarita again
empty plate last bite taken
missing him
Lights are dimming
sun has gone away
Another margarita again
maybe this time I’ll add tequila
still – missing him
Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words 
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