Bright eventually dulled
and turned into night
we waited by the old switching station
waited for the bums to light their 55 gallon drums
and talk
She said the beauty of their words
was only surpassed
by the gruffness of their voices
I only heard
distraught alcoholics
bickering about food
That night
we made love for the last time
she said the beauty of the moment
was only surpassed by it’s sadness
I only felt
alone