She watches him leave
The warmth of the sheets
Out into the cold, or another's arms.
She remembers his breath,
So sweet, lingering with faint smoke
But does not remember the words
Murmured that night in drunken bliss;
Is not able to guess his thoughts
Or what he's telling others about her.
He watches her cry, silently;
But his heart is stark cold-
And the game continues on....
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