she staggered along and nearly fell backward down the steps
                                              her young son was embarrassed & hurried on with his small family
                                                      he was a dad now even those he'd never had one

                                                      she was a lovely woman, whose love for another woman
                                                                was now drowning in an acrid pool
                                                                                  H & Alcohol

                                               The red lipstick, although I'd never ever seen her wear any before
                                                hung down from her lips, across her chin in an almost razor like cut
                                                                     she looked not long for this world
                                                                            yet, I could understand
                                                                      her deep grieve & silent lament