last but one time

i ever saw you

fighting late night

under orange street lights

wanting nothing

but to say goodbye

in a better way

than rotten words

hard fists thrown

accusations made

love thrown away

that afternoon drinking

letting go of shame

our couple of years

of living low

coming to an end

trying not to look at you

not wanting to hear words

weasel maybes

we could try again

so we made sure didn’t we?

under orange street lights

throwing blame