one for the team

I thought she was great a good person

the kind you call friend rather than enemy

just another on the streets

to find late one night she wanted me

we’d gone back to hers

me to sleep on the settee

which had happened before

my place being across the city

she gave me a blanket

left me alone to my drunk to come back

y’fancy a smoke? which I didn’t at all

she sat & smoked that

went out again to come back

wearing less than before

caught me half snore

glass bottle two glasses

pouring both one to me

began telling her feelings

while I shrunk further down

closed my eyes telling her

I was too drunk to talk sense

can we try in the a.m.?

when I woke she was gone

our friendship never too be

the same again

& now on this late night

I wonder if I should have stood up

taken one for the team

& other wasted dreams