The past, the present, the future
Walk into the bar, shadows trailing
Behind them like whispers of lost
Hours, a clock\'s ticking heartbeat.
The past orders a drink, heavy
With the weight of forgotten sins,
Memories clinking in the glass,
Amber ghosts dancing in the light.
The present sits still, fingers
Drumming an anxious beat, eyes
Flickering like candle flames,
Fighting the wind of regret.
The future, elusive as smoke,
Laughs at the tension, a silent
Promise wrapped in mist, unseen,
Yet felt, a cold breath on the neck.
Together they sit, silent and
Apart, each sip a revelation,
A tense truce in the dim light,
Time\'s barroom, a fleeting pause.