Standing - no, swaying -at the bar;
you were drunk ('were'??? - you still are!),
glazed eyes focusing on mine.
I am your valentine.
Saying goodbye, walking home,
leaving you all on your own.
You are so cruel to me when you are drunk.
You say horrible things.
I hate you.
You love me.
Where have you gone?
'Sorry, sir, you cannot get back in;
you look like you've had one too many.'
No shit, 'sir'.
Look at him!
He's mine: this is what I live with: this is my life.
God forbid he ever call me...'wife'.
A woman. A man. And -
trouble.
the demon drink.
think.