She called me late one night.
Her incoherent drunken voice
oozing platitudes.
She spoke of her foolishness
her regrets,
how our love
ended.
I tried to calm her,
but
mv heart wasn’t in it.
In truth,
her words were more for her,
than me.
So I placed the phone on the floor
opened another beer
and let her lament at the sky.
I hope she felt better
but woman like her
rarely do.