She stood tall, though short
smiled with a frown
and was drunk endlessly, smoking like a trooper
At first he feared her smell
Now he liked it
She came and went
Infrequently when she pleased
He stopped saying no and making her cry
Overwhelmed by her interest
He gave up fighting
It will come and go, rise and fall, grow and shrink.
Become accustomed and then unaccustomed
the grief will equal the belonging
Until they are released.