Moxie

my Love mustered moxie and disused me one night: she left me victim to a pitiful plight while she raised the gall to doll herself up and go to a ball on the arm of a date while I languished alone with a case of cold beer that I drank to forget the heartbreak she caused, the pain and the doubt of first being jilted— those longnecks went “pop” and quickly got swilled while in dimness she danced and merrily tittered that regrettable night of drinking those beers, I drank them alone all bitter and rueful while she was out dancing, holding tight to a tux, one I hadn’t rented— how drunk and forlorn that Love of mine turned me the night she found moxie to leave me alone and utterly lonely.