This is more of a “what if” piece, but its inspired by losing a loved one for my own stupid decisions, choosing to put unnecessary addictions before them. I’ve never crashed a car, I can’t drive, but I’ve smoked too many cigarettes, finished too many bottles of whisky by myself and played too many rounds of blackjack for me to blame anyone for leaving me for a better life. Still, the heart breaks the same. Enjoy the poem.
She called it a girl’s night out And let her golden hair fall down Black satin dress clung to her hips Come and get me boys drawn on her lips Minimum wage and an uber receipt Armani handbag, paid for with deceit Three best friends and dancing moves With