Submitted by Benefactor on Sat, 04/23/2022 - 15:48
Dark eyes, not mine. She drinks wine.
Not with me. She's gone to sea.
How dare she leave me? Doesn't she see me?
I'll go stand on the quay. For a week and a (what rhymes with quay?).\n\n(Needs more pathos. Maybe some blood imagery or heart stuff.)