After

They laughed within the quiet room. Drenched and high on sweet perfume. Content in the company of their solitude. They broke the silence all too soon. And to their guest, hummed a tune. They did not fancy themselves royalty. Nor beautiful or good company. In sincerity, they offered their softest apologies. To their faithful and treasured friend. Remembered and loved until the end. "Not bad for a pathetic junkie, don't you think?" They asked and stole a sip from their drink. Their eyes holding a tear like glisten. "No, no it's all.. it-" The incomplete thought ending in spit. A cough and then, the same as before. Their solitude and them, nothing more. The tear dried up and they laughed again. "Well, aren't I dumb?" They smiled faintly and began to strum.