Drink Alone Tonight Kate.

We laid crayons across the floor
while the band struck chords and hummed verses.
Delicate melodies and sincere lullabies.

Narwhals and bones
explorers and masts
the faulty plan
that led me to you.

What happened, though?
A grimace man,
shadows and foreplay;
cigarette between your fingers,
faceless.

She was beautiful,
or at least met expectations.
Flowers and hair.
They've always had their eyes.
She never argued.

She danced,
that he knew.