The Woman Like Me Down The Hall

We were both undiagnosed with loneliness, both of us, heavy of heart. Alcohol was her best friend, it was easier that way for the both of us. I knocked on her door quite a lot and when she opened I was never surprised. That she would answer it in her panties, pink and green were are favorite colors. She had never married and hadn't any children, having lived our lived in the south. Sloppy we were waiting for dark, hiding the truth from the light. Life was for the woman down the hall waiting for me, waiting for love, both of us having heavy suitcases filled full of issues that neither could let go. Untill death showed up to pry us apart.