just the moon's cold eye
and my shuffling feet
as I took my heart out
for a walk last night
sharing the same pair of shoes
and the same sorrows
together
we counted
pubs
stars
and street corners
joked on her irregular beats
and my incoherent discourse
and after having soaked
into some cheap beer
and having won that stupid
spitting contest
she finally confessed
why they'd quarrelled
and how god packed his things
and left the other day