Oh, yes, come on over and pull yourself a chair, Matt, two lonely young bastards in this heart shaped geriatrics center.....What's that in my bag you say? Nothing much just a bottle of Bushmills that I smuggled in....SSSSHHHHH, don't say anything....I don't want Kat to stumble on over with her walker and confiscate it....Yes, I know you don't drink....but I'll buy you a pepsi or something if you play something nice and soothing to accompany my recitation on that box of yours....Oh very nice.....thank you...ok a nice big gulp of whiskey burning my insides.....and here we go....Starting from the top...

His Only Consolation

He find himself sitting there
Staring out the darkened glass
Thinking of her golden smile
And the time he saw her last

Standing together in the station
Holding each other against the cold
His lips slowly caressing hers
Hands brushing back the yellow gold
The approaching call of the whistle
Shatters the sweetness of the dusky air
His arms unfold from around her waist
And walks away into the electric glare

He grips the bottle in his hand
Memories falling in scattered rhyme
Beer soothingly coats his tongue
As his thoughts roll back the time

The car door opens and out she steps
Blonde hair twinkling in the sunlight
Arms open to envelop him with her love
Her gentle laughter singing with delight
His bag softly bounces upon his back
As he trounces into the warmth of her arms
His lips press gently down into hers
Remembering the warmth of her tender charms

He slams the empty bottle to the table
In the lamplight his teardrops gleam
Each drop holding a precious memory
Each drop containing a shattered dream

He lies there in the bed next to her
Soaking the warmth into his tired skin
He holds her sleeping form to his body
Patiently waiting for sleep to descend
He watches her closed dreaming eyes
And listens to her velvet breaths fall
Her quiet beauty glowing in the darkness
His eyelids drop, he hears the siren's call

He stumbles to his bed where three dogs lie
Gazing at him in constant expectation
Drunken sorrow leaps with him, her love
In the next life is his only consolation

NT