She was a drunken draft

She was a drunken draft
of what their life together would be like

She hugged herself and danced,
dizzily,
looking so alone
that nobody dared to enter the space

Their conversation was a silent scream,
the untold story of faded dreams
forgotten before they were created

He listened without hearing
for he had not heard it
a thousand times before

His state was a sober one
an invoice
of their life together

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