interrupted symphony

You are the best thing

That happened to me

You said

Besides rum you mean

It is funny

Remember I used to tell you

I like you

When you are drunk

Because it’s only then

That I see some emotion

in you

how was I to know

how many fingers of rum

you needed

before it stirred some

emotion in you

not until I caught you

tipping the bottle

at six in the morning

did I understand

what your problem was

you had already started to count the

funeral chariots

in your procession

how futile of me

to coax you

to enjoy the symphony

an interrupted one at that