You had warned me not to get attached, but
then I came to you with such a heavy heart
and so you smoothed my hair and cradled me
in those sturdy arms, rocking me like
a ship in the waves, just us, floating in space.
Alcohol had tempered all logic and reserve,
and you enveloped my sorrow in warm
tenderness to melt away the sharp edges,
encouraging me to thaw from my winter
until we drifted tranquil in the waveless waters.