“What can I get for you dear?”
the tired bartender asked
I looked at the menu
Brocken Halo $12
Vodka, pear, ginger, orange peel…
“This one” I replied softly
and I looked at you
Sitting next to me, but thousands miles away
Your eyes were empty
I took your hand
cold
The miracle was gone
Your halo was broken
My faith was vanished
Like a lost a pilgrim in the center of Mecca
I felt cold
“can I have another one” I shouted
“same?” The tired bartender asked.
“yes. another Brocken Halo. por favor.”