she spoke of love…a deep kinda love…said she had it once in her life…some man who brought her flowers everyday…Sunday kisses on the forehead…she spoke of love…

and she wept for months…years…when it was gone…when he’d left…walked out the door one night…a ghost whispered goodbye…she spoke of love…

Never bothered changing the sheets he slept on…,she said…,wanted to smell him everyday…I miss that smell…,she cried…,I miss that man…,poured another drink…lit another cigarette…,Long to hear his morning cough…the sound that woke me each morn…,she spoke of love…

People leave us…,he told her…,Life changes on a dime…,she shook her head…,Oh…but it does,he said…,it does…,she just looked at him…said nothing…no-longer spoke of love…