They sit
Worried what comes after all this sh*t
Like Israelites
Just waiting for salvation

How irony can I get to be
They drunk their happiness
On new moon
Now they drink their sorrows at noon

She used to see Zeus in him
World around him
Looks faded
Few corners of the her heart became too dark

He used to call her at night
And sing her lullabies
Weeks passed by
Scent she loved in her became odor

Their world crumpled down
How sad
Did it have to get here?
Couples they adored

@ sad poet

Waitress changed
Whiskey taste changed
Tasted like rice was aged
Drank till the end

"I need to see you, kindly"
She is walking maternity candidate
No need to say kindly
I tell myself

Will it be okay ??
Heart asks
"Don't panic  she is your baby mama"
I answer myself

But at the end of the day
We now meet on my dreams