All of her friends
talk about
how its such a pity.
From that one night
of a bit too much
liquid courage.
She let a stranger
crush her hopes
and dreams.
He was
broad shouldered
with hair blackest black
and eyes the color of the sea.
She awoke and left his bed at dawn.
She looks down at her baby girl
with eyes bluer than blue.
She cries herself to sleep
due to killed
hopes and dreams.
While she was barely hanging on,
she cried and said
*I think his name was Richard.