Angie

I can't believe this happened. I'm not allowed to create stories for every single bloody character I ever pick up for one bloody scene. Here we have Angie and Alfie, and I'm going to blame Jason for how well last night went. 

                                              she's still beautiful. for now.
and she still comes in to drink, she's there every night
            - or most every night
                            (sometimes she can't make it, sometimes
                                              she stays in bed)

       and he's beautiful, still, always

they spoke about it
once, twice, every dawn
             he'd come home
             he'd hold her screaming, it wasn't fair
a decision made every second for the rest of your life
             he'd ask her to stay
    
                          not a choice she could make

the moon turns around and it's another struggle
          
             he can't understand it,
   suicide by degrees:
             he gives her a rope and
                                             she is letting it slip from her fingers
                                             bit by bit

            a home, a child, a life: she wants to find a grey hair in her reflection
  and all he wants is to spend the rest of the world together
     
but no matter.
          the night is young, and she's still beautiful.
keep pouring, Jim.