first to arrive

last to leave

those party rules

learned so long ago

if you don’t get enough

that’s on you

i tell myself

i’m turning up for work

doing the job

taking home the pay

got a roof over

most bills paid

‘cept the one i owe to you

coming home late

leaving early

few words between us

‘cept those of place & time

that i don’t often make

people to see

drinks to be drunk

following the laughter

i don’t find at home

anymore

the distance between us

grew quiet took it’s time

was it me the booze the wine?

been so long to find

this low-down bottom

of love life unkind