Loving

  

We left the bar already drunk, at

Least I was, living out of my van

A divorced man, I'd known her for years 

I a musician, she a regular, her boyfriend back 

Then also played fiddle 

Her kids were, are, the same age as my

Eldest, we drove in her car leaving mine 

At the thirst, a band was playing 

We sat at a table with another of her 

Ex boyfriends, she was wearing a huge silver 

Necklace i'd traded her for massage 

And a monthly pass at the spa she worked at 

Her ex, a poet, we discussed shit, 

He looked at her necklace, at me, drawing 

Inferences, fine nib but nothing pointed 

Came out, I went outside 

As the band continued, I puked by a tree 

That felt better 

At her home she undressed

I got in bed, I think wearing something, maybe 

Not, we slept 

It was Loving and gracious and sleep, 

That's all, she made us breakfast, coffee

She drove me to my van

A couple weeks later, a few, four 

Her boyfriend, there's been a few 

Fell down some stairs and died 

I knew him, he was acerbic, handsome, a 

Drinker, liked dogs and arguing 

People grieved his death at the bar

I spent no more times at her home

I felt uncomfortable at her spa 

And quit going, owing her more trade in jewelry

It was Loving 

That way, too.