I think she understood my despondency.

Night after night,
I would sit at the bar.
And we would talk.
I would drink
to talk to her.

She barely charged me.

She was the only one who listened.

We did go out together,
to a few parties here and there.

But that was it.

We just talked.
About what I cannot remember.
Most of those nights ended in black.

– M