could you feel it beginning 
to fall apart 
when you kissed her lips
under the floral arch? 
it happened so soon, 
he became the glue that bound
you together. 
you’d count his fingers and
toes, so delicate and small. 
you never would’ve guessed they’d
make those holes in the dry-wall. 

you never imagined you’d be here
again; broken glass on the kitchen 
floor, a policeman
knocking at the door. 

there’s a silent melancholy 
song that pours from 
your lips,
like the whiskey you nurse
as they take him away with
his hands behind his back.