Wheeze

Without a sigh, or mournful speech, you left

me drowning, pickled with sweetest drink,

fallen, wheezing evaporating breath.

I'm familiar with that terminal rest;

you don't need to hope, or to heal, or think.

Without a sigh, or mournful speech, you left.

I lodge on a friend's couch, totally wrecked,

survivor of this damned horrific stink

fallen, wheezing evaporating breath.

Those who ripped me from their brains in wrath

send me no hate-mail penned with anthrax ink;

without a sigh, or mournful speech, you left.

And those gone, dependent on lines of meth,

I sympathise with the way that you think;

fallen, wheezing evaporating breath.

But you who left me for the whims of death,

who knew that booze could be such a foul jinx?

Without a sigh, or mournful speech, you left,

fallen, wheezing evaporated breath.