Her Happiness

Does your happiness send people away?

She clutched my hand 
And called my name. 
For one last time,
I walked away.

Cigarette scent
On her fingers
Got on my skin
And now I reek

Of her body
Spray and ‘bacco.
What a sad girl
She was indeed.

The smell’s nothing
But her wasted
Youth and pity,
She is a shame.

Now she sips her
Golden glory
And her veins cry

For sweet honey.