this time she put her beer down
and found her hands
covered in disappointment
a cloud covering the edges of her heart
the spot where love could breathe awhile
now lost air filling unfulfilled lungs

the excess of wandering boys
cut her patience with experience
youth is a temporary friend
soon to leave like they did
forgetting to look back in regret

at the age of 25
doubt in the question of young or old
there's safety in being scared
or at least she wants there to be
for the present hour isn't working

the lack of beauty in the folds of her dress
delicately placed to provoke worry
and hide the tremblings of a naked body
finding the nearest couch
away from everything
accompanied by half empty drinks