I held a man I once loved while he puked for 3 hours.
I danced and sang for him
as he knelt down vomiting in a gutter.
He said it was all that was keeping him alive.
His wife lay at home vomiting in his bed.
I wept silently
in his spare bedroom waiting to put him there.
I left him naked shitting and snoring in the bathroom
Did he think the words I sang were about him?