Billie sings the blues

He showed me sympathy
and I was faded
through him.
It was only wine that made the
tears flavoured.

He read me poetry
for the first time, a man charmed me
with no effort and for no reason.
Standing in a doorway,
my arms folded against a war.
He read me poetry.
I saw the blue song
wail up and around,
winding around the skyline
whilst I stood
arms folded.