Red-Shuttered Inn

Red-shuttered inn, how long has it been?
We sat at your window, alone me and him.

The wine- it ran red. The words- they ran steady.
Our one final eve, not sure I was ready.

Time does not wait, and so we walked on.
Out dancing we went, we’d stay until dawn.

We listened and watched, then joined right along.
We spun round in circles, you dipped me each song.

Morning grew near, the night was but over.
We headed on home, you weren’t quite sober.

We walked to the train, you wished me goodbye.
As I sat there I felt, full and satisfied.