We spent the night performing blood transfusions
pumping alcohol into each other’s veins to displace the sadness
Drunk enough to grow, but
not drunk enough to dig up the roots of our pain
I let her hands pull me from a bed that
held our mold like concrete, into
a basement with a piano and velvet curtains
She sang “The Chain” and her voice quickly became
the only light source in the room
Said the sky looked pissed and I believed her
She closed her eyes on high notes, slingshotting
breakup lyrics to heaven, she sang
and when the last sound wave flatlined
I ruled it a suicide