not the first time

if each time

you hope it’s the last

sitting late

pouring another one

while she’s upstairs

having run up there

screaming to be

sick of your shit!

there are things

could be said

could be done

but you know

like she knows

nothing will be

so you pour again

sighing breathing

letting your heart

get over itself

hoping she doesn’t

change her mind

offer to sleep on it

until the morning

because you know

this scene will only

come again

so you pour another one

sit & sip until

peace comes

once more