she smells of alcohol
and cheap perfume.
the flowers you bought her
are wilting in a dumpster.
tonight she boards her shuttle
for another trip to a far away land.
somewhere distant
you and I can only imagine.
but the air outside is cold
as you're pounding on her door.
too far gone she is,
to hear your muffled yelling
and she doesn't love you.
I do.