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.