I imagined like always you would come,
Whistling that moronic tune,with your breath soaked with rum.
Asking like always,if I have eaten,
before dressing my palm with bills -spoils of a gambler's war,taxed from those you had at the table beaten. Though drink was cascade-ing ur voice sore,with a lil lime,you gulped the gin more.
Today as always I waited
with pitched bliss,
Ignorant of what life had fated.
I imagined your coming,more than your leaving, I imagined your arrival,your presence,your gift, but I never imagined it come to an end like this.
Only natural that blow be dealt by the booze, only natural that sometime at the table you would lose.
I expected but I never expected that for you so soon: of life and death you would have to choose.
Lying spread eagle in the gutter toes peeping from holes in socks in dire want of shoes,
Your story vendetta visit on a weakened drunk,
Bitterness for your wining streak.
The report accident of a kind- that was freak.
None to but you to blame,thus you were lifted from the drain with a clinging filth like shame.
I had imagined,but never imagined that it would . . . its best I stop imagining what I had failed to imagine.