she stands on her left side
and it's great
but it's not her right
she used to say I was her king
as she kissed my brow
she taught me so many things
but of course they're useless now

she shakes with her left hand
to unfamiliarise
she holds her drink up to her mouth
to hide familiar eyes
and I can tell by her neck line
that I've known this before
and I recall as she slips away
I shouldn't think these things anymore

she's wearing black and off black for the winter
she's got nothing but her car
and my circles of metal
around her fingers