She never heard a disparaging remark
as beautiful as when he said ‘I love you’
but they were still going to drag him away
and kill him.

Now she sits alone every night and drinks
but it’s not to forget, she
just likes the taste of liquor
and the soft bread she soaks in it

When he comes back she’ll be better
or she tells herself as much
but that cold blood puts a damper on things

Then, she was a bright morning flower;
Now, but a pile of pedals on a concrete floor