Dying In Drunk Love

The journal, the standard bearer of a secret life The tears it took, all the years of wine The writer, the cheating carer of a dying wife Noting her decline, line by line A jot in the journal and a fling of the flask Then a visit to the wife is too much to ask The journal is soggy and he is a sleep The phone gets him groggy with a beep-beep-beep Its the hospital she's in trouble! He looks at himself quickly, at his unkempt stubble He gets there too late though But holds her high, then rests her low