Memoirs

She had a long memory
Everything I'd tell her when I was drunk
Though I'd long forgot those empty promises
 
And I could drink
 
The wasted folly of a drunk  
How could I fault her?
With her side long stare  
And sad smile
 
She was good for me  
You know?
Still is
Beautiful as all hell
She took me in when I begged to die
The suicide of empty bottles and bruised ego
 
I longed for the long slip of the bight
She forbid it
And gifted me with a life