No Memory Of It

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She turned and walked away

It was impossible to talk to him

He was drunk again and

He wouldn’t remember a bit of it

It was the usual fight

She had asked him not to drink

He said he wouldn’t

Just a half an hour later

He was well on his way

The dispute had turned the corner

To his total denial about drinking

She felt like he thought she was stupid

Didn’t smell the alcohol on his breathe

Didn’t see the bottle beside his chair

Didn’t notice he was unable to stand still

Didn’t hear the slurring of the words he spoke

It was all too familiar

And it again broke her heart

She climbed the stairs

Sat on the side of the bed

And began to cry again

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – dispute

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